Engaged in a fiery dance, their bodies were linked and seperated by the flashing blades. At times they nearly touched, taut skin only a hair's breadth away, but then momentum would whirl them apart, and they would withdraw for a second, only to join again. Their sinuous forms wove together like twisting ropes of windblown smoke.

Change itself is neither good nor bad, but knowledge is always useful.

Not anymore. I'm afraid I've degenerated into a bibliophile." "A what?" asked Eragon. "One who loves books," explained Jeod.

He who stands like a pilar dies in battle. He who bends like a reed is triumphant!

It is better to be taught to think critically than to be told on what to believe.

Misfoutune always comes to those who wait. The trick is to find happiness in the breif gaps between distaters.

What a strange expression said the herbalist who would compare themselves to chopped liver in the first place? If you have to to choose an organ why not pick a gallbladder or a thymus gland instead? Much more interesting than a liver. Or what about chopped t-