Half way down, he encountered Saphira, who had jammed her head and neck as far up the stair as she could, gouging the wood in her frenzy. Little one. She flicked out her tongue and caught him on the hand with its rough tip. He smiled. Then she arched her neck and tried to pull back, but to no avail. What's wrong? I'm stuck. You're... He could not help it;he laughed even though it hurt. The situation was too absurd.

To while away the day contemplating evils that might have been is to poison the happiness we already have.

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

You must be willing to protect yourself and what you cherish, no matter what the cost.

Love can be a terrible curse, Eragon. It can make you overlook even the largest flaws in a person's behavior.

Books should go where they will be most appreciated, and not sit unread, gathering dust on a forgotten shelf, don't you agree?

May your swords stay sharp -Brom