Love can be a terrible curse, Eragon. It can make you overlook even the largest flaws in a person's behavior.

Always it is thus with my new students, and especially with the human ones; the mind is the last muscle they train or use, and the one that they regard the least. Ask them about swordplay and they can list every blow from a duel a month old, but ask them to solve a problem or make a coherent statement and... well, I would be lucky to get more than a blank stare in return.

...even the smallest of the starlings' concerns grew in importance until it seemed equal to the worries of kings.

As they spread out their blankets, Saphira commented with satisfaction, We are becoming more powerful, Eragon, both of us. Soon no one will be able to stand in our way. Yes, but which way shall we choose? Whichever one we want, she said smugly, settling down for the night.

You've seen things through my eyes.

If a dragon has already transferred their consciousness to their heart of hearts, then they will die a true death.

I know what we do is right but right doesn't always mean easy.