Magic Is The Art Of Thinking, Not

She Lowered Her Head Until It Was At His Level. He Stroked The Line Of Her Jaw, And Then Pressed His Forehead Against Her Hard Snout And Held Her As Tightly As He Could, Her Scales Sharp Against His Fingers. Hot Tears Began To Slide Down His Cheeks. 'why Do You Cry?' She Asked. 'because... I'm Lucky Enough To Be Bonded With You.' 'little One.

How Noble. Oh We Would Fell Many...-you With Magic And Blade, Whilst My Weapons Would Be Tooth And Claw-but It Would Be Futile In The End. They Are Too Numerous.... We Cannot Defeat Them, Only Be Defeated. - Saphira

The Monsters Of The Mind Are Far Worse Than Those That Actually Exist.

There Is No More Exciting Sport Than Flying, For If You Lose, You Die.

I'm Afraid I've Degenerated Into A Bibliophile.