Those whom we most love are often the most alien to us.

Then, as they stood there, struggling back and forth without avail, Eragon said in a low fierce voice, "I...see...you." A bright spark appeared in Arya's eyes, then vanished just as quickly.

Death is part of who we are. It guides us. It shapes us. It drives us to madness. Can you still be human if you have no mortal end

You shouldn't let him hit you so much" observed saphira "Yes I realize that'" he growled. "Do you want me to knock him over for you?" "No...not today.

Her sculptured face was as perfect as a painting.

I am not who I was, but I know who I am.

Wind howled throught the night, carrying the scent that would change the world.