Fame or infamy, either one is preferable to being forgotten when you have passed from this realm.
Christopher PaoliniSword, 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 PaoliniMmm....she's doomed! You're doomed!! They're all doomed! Notice I didn't specify what kind of doom, so no matter what happens, I predicted it. How very WISE of me.
Christopher PaoliniNever ask an elf for help; they might decide your better off dead, eh?" (Orik) (Eldest) (Page 207)
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