But ask yourself this Eragon: If gods exist, have they been good custodians of alagaesia? Death, sickness, poverty, tyranny and countless other miseries stalk the land. If this is the handiwork of divine beings, then they are to be rebelled against and overthrown, not given obeisance, obedience, and reverance.

The best remedy for what ails me is being with you here under the sun.

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

The poison dart hidden in the raisin tart.

It is a better world. A place where we ate responsible for our actions, where we can be kind to one another because we want to and becauseit is the right thing to do instead of being frightened into behaving by the threat of divine punishment.

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

From the corner of his eye, Eragon saw Orik hewing Urgal necks with mighty blows of his ax.