Would you like to meet Mother Echo?
Hi, it is me.
So it was like this: my ten-year-old child read the third Eragon and cried out: Mom there... they were killed.
Do you think I regretted her? Clogged in the chest? Wiped the tears? Reassured, reassured and comforted? Oh yeah happy. I ran away from her in the kitchen, shouting: Don’t tell, don’t tell, spoilers!

(Roni on Livelib)