Pain Is Pain. It Needs No Description.

The Deeds Of The Children Are A Testament To The Upbringing They Received From Their Parents.

It S Funny To See A Hatchling Like You Beaten By The Old One.

You Named Your Sword Fire? Fire? What Kind Of A Boring Name Is That? You Might As Well Name Your Sword 'blazing Blade' And Be Done With It. Fire Indeed. Humph. Wouldn't You Rather Have A Sword Called Sheepbiter Or Chrysanthemum Cleaver Or Something Else With Imagination?

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.

If You Don't Make A Few Ememies Now And Then, You're A Coward-or Worse. Besides, It As Worth It To See His Reaction. Oh, He Was Angry! - Angela To Eragon