I Know What We Do Is Right

Fame Or Infamy, Either One Is Preferable To Being Forgotten When You Have Passed From This Realm.

Respect The Past; You Never Know How It May Affect You.

Engaged In A Fiery Dance, Their Bodies Were Linked And Seperated By The Flashing Blades. At Times They Nearly Touched, Taut Skin Only A Hair's Breadth Away, But Then Momentum Would Whirl Them Apart, And They Would Withdraw For A Second, Only To Join Again. Their Sinuous Forms Wove Together Like Twisting Ropes Of Windblown Smoke.

Ajihad: You Are An Enigma, Eragon, A Quandary That No One Knows How To Solve.

Root Of A Tree, Fruit Of A Vine, Let Me Pass By This Blood Of Mine.