Her Sculptured Face Was As Perfect As

Let's Drop Rocks On Them!

Never Ask An Elf For Help; They Might Decide Your Better Off Dead, Eh?" (orik) (eldest) (page 207)

Saphira Waved Her Tail, The Tip Whistling Loudly. "i'm Not Asking You To. However, If We Attack First, We May Gain The Advantage." "have You Gone Crazy? They'll..." Eragon's Voice Trailed Off As He Thought About It. "they Won't Be Able To Do A Thing." "exactly," Said Saphira. "we Can Inflict Lots Of Damage From A Safe Height." "let's Drop Rocks On Them!

He Inclined His Head Ever So Slightly, Displaying With His Bearing The Supreme Confidence, Even Arrogance, That Is The Sole Providence Of Cats, Dragons, And Certain Highborn Women.

Shall We Dance,friend Of My Heart?" We Shall, Little One.