Sword, I name thee Brisingr! And with a sound of rushing wind the blade burst into flame, an envelope of sapphire-blue fire writhing about the razor-sharp steel.
Christopher PaoliniForgive me if I stare, I knew you were young, but even then I was expecting someone a little more, well, more.
Christopher PaoliniOnly men would think of cutting themselves to determine who the packleader is. Idiots.
Christopher Paolini