For My Love, I Will Wade Through

Then, As They Stood There, Struggling Back And Forth Without Avail, Eragon Said In A Low Fierce Voice, "i...see...you." A Bright Spark Appeared In Arya's Eyes, Then Vanished Just As Quickly.

For My Love, I Will Wade Through An Ocean Of Blood, Even If It Destroys Me

It Is An Overactive Imagination That Turns Men Into Cowards, Not A Surfeit Of Fear, As Many Believe

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.

Too Late. It's Hatched.