He inclined his head ever so slightly, displaying with his bearing the supreme confidence, even arrogance, that is the sole providence of cats, dragons, and certain highborn women.

I believe, Eragon, that you are full of love and that you are looking for one who will reciprocate your affection. No shame exists in that.

Eragon looked back at him, confused. "I don't understand." "Of course you don't," said Brom impatiently. "That's why I'm teaching you and not the other way around.

Too late. It's hatched.

Sword, I name thee Brisingr! And with a sound of rushing wind the blade burst into flame, an envelope of sapphire-blue fire writhing about the razor-sharp steel.

From now on you're going to have to think. There's a reason why we're born with brains in our heads, not rocks.

One part brave, three parts fool!