Ajihad: You are an enigma, Eragon, a quandary that no one knows how to solve.

Find peace in where and what you are.

Regardless of whether I can shift my affections to another - and the heart, as you observed, is a notoriously fickle beast - the question remains: should I?

And the ship sailed onward, gliding serenely down the moonlit river toward the dark lands beyond.

You've seen things through my eyes.

Eragon cried out, and in his desperation he reached for Saphira and the Eldunarí... and without meaning to, he drew from their stories of energy. And with that energy he cast a spell. It was a spell without words... His was a spell of instinct and emotion; language could not contain it.

A man rarely knows the day and hour when he will die. I could be killed any moment and there's not a blasted thing I can do about it.