The Inheritance Cycle: Hackneyed Similes and Metaphors in Brisingr
I found far too many ridiculous and unnecessary similes and metaphors in the third book of Inheritance, so instead of cluttering up my essay proper with all of this, I just decided it should have its own page.
In no particular order, here are the similes and metaphors that I thought were just too much. Notice how many of them had to do with stone, metal, or specific gemstones! Is Paolini obsessed with geology, or does he just have a very limited imagination when it comes to description? The world may never know!
- Helgrind, which loomed over the surrounding land like a black dagger thrust out from the bowels of the earth.
- Twin blades of steel winked like stars. . . .
- Moving from the mind of one living thing to another, like tendrils of water seeping through sand.
- They seemed cold and sharp, like bright shards of ice.
- The low mound of coals throbbed like the heart of some giant beast.
- The tip glittered like a shard of crystal, each scratch a thread of quicksilver in the bright light of dawn. [Nice observation when a sword is rushing at you, eh?]
- His final blow shattered the Ra'zac's carapace like the rind of a dry gourd.
- Like a mountain goat leaping from one ledge to another, Roran duplicated her ascent.
- Her scales sparkled like a multitude of brilliant blue diamonds.
- Then, his heart heavy as lead. . . .
- Where he hung unsupported, like a cloud drifting in the sky.
- Sloan weighed on his back like a pile of iron ingots.
- His vision darkened as if a cloud had covered the sun.
- Sloan still sat upright, rigid as cast iron. [Hey, Sloan gets compared to iron a LOT!]
- A flock of starlings darted across the afternoon sky, like fish through the ocean.
- Her tears appeared like rivers of silvered glass.
- Like a pale, sun-bleached pennant, the dry blade of grass hung from between Arya's left thumb and forefinger.
- Swift and lean as yellow-eyed mountain cats. [The elves being compared to mountain cats were not all yellow-eyed themselves, so . . . why?]
- Of all the men and women assembled before her, she was the most distinguished, like an emerald resting on a bed of brown autumn leaves.
- Illuminated the surface of Leona Lake so that the horizon became a rippling bar of gold.
- Toward the nest of ruby embers. . . .
- The merciless ruby glare. . . .
- A mare's tail of blood. . . .
- One dagger-sharp eyebrow. . . .
- Like a split in blue-gray granite, a wide grin spread across his jaw.
- Hundreds of conical helmets gleamed like polished silver. [Really? It's necessary to tell us that well-cared-for helmets propped up on their stands are gleaming "like polished silver"? As opposed to polished . . . whatever silver-colored metal they actually are? This is not necessary.]
- He is cunning like a blood-hungry weasel. [How cunning IS a blood-hungry weasel? Has anyone investigated this?]
- Red as a ruby dipped in blood, red as iron hot to forge, red as a burning ember of hate and anger. . . . [So . . . was it red? As red as HATE and stuff? Don't forget to dip red things in other red things so you can go off on how red they are!]
- Every muscle in his body as hard as iron. . . . [I doubt it.]
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