Let no man, in whatever rank or superiority, control your mind and tell you what to do
Christopher PaoliniI am not who I was,' he whispered, gripping the edges of the column, 'but I know who I am.'... 'And I won't give up.
Christopher PaoliniShe lowered her head until it was at his level. He stroked the line of her jaw, and then pressed his forehead against her hard snout and held her as tightly as he could, her scales sharp against his fingers. Hot tears began to slide down his cheeks. 'Why do you cry?' she asked. 'Because... I'm lucky enough to be bonded with you.' 'Little one.
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