This was my faveorite book in The Belgariad. There were the deep parts, of course, but there were also the most funny parts. "A tree fell on him." "Garion," Aunt Pol said crisply, "Please don't try to be creative." I especially liked what happened with Garion burying himself up to his armpits in the Vale of Aldur by complete accident. "Didn't it ever orrur to you that if all that weight goes up, something is going to have to go down?" Belgarath turned to Polgara, "It's a good thing he didn't try to throw it." Then the next day, Garion's moving the stone back into place. "Push?" the old man asked incredulously. "You told me to say push" Garion defended himself. "I told you to push. I didn't tell you to say push." Belgarath replied with a haughty air of affronted dignity, "We do have a reputation to maintain. If sorcerers go around saying things like 'push' and 'flop' people are going to take us a lot less seriously." This book rules! Breathe deep seek peace, Tin