Ancient Belgarath, the Eternal Man, the First Disciple of Aldur, grandfather of the Rivan King and general all around personage of some import...is sitting peaceably on one of the lower hanging branches of a tree that doesn't really have any low hanging branches, drinking a beer. His feet are dangling about twenty feet above the ground, and after a ( Read more... )

Seeing as it's been many hundreds of years - a couple of thousand, even, at least - since Belgarath last set foot in this beautiful, swirling lack of direction, he's pleasantly surprised to discover that at least one of the boltholes he'd established is still there. 'Bolthole' is an interesting description for what it actually is - a both very ( Read more... )

It's been repeatedly observed that it's been repeatedly observed that Belgarath could easily be set alight while into his work and might not notice until his beard caught the flames too. (And then only because his view would be interrupted ( Read more... )

It's half midnight and Belgarath has found it so easy to readjust to the Vale, but not so easy to get used to a pup underfoot. Particularly not when he's trying to work. Tego is sleeping for now, and he was...trying to, but there are some nights harder than others ( Read more... )