They May Fight With Us, But They

He Closed His Eyes And Sank Into The Warm Dusk That Separates Consciosness And Sleep, Where Reality Bends And Sways To The Wind Of Thought, And Where Creativity Blossoms In Its Freedom From Boundaries And All Things Are Possible.

It Is Foolish To Conjure Up Woe Where None Exists.

He Who Stands Like A Pilar Dies In Battle. He Who Bends Like A Reed Is Triumphant!

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.

My Mind Is The Only Sanctuary That Has Not Been Stolen From Me.