Too Late. It's Hatched.

They Enveloped Each Other Within The Folds Of Their Thoughts, Holding Each Other With An Intimacy No Physical Embrace Could Replicate, Allowing Their Identities To Merge Once Again. Their Greatest Comfort Was A Simple One: They Were No Longer Alone. To Know That You Were With The One Who Cared For You, And Who Understood Every Fiber Of Your Being, And Who Would Not Abandon You Even In The Most Desperate Of Circumstances, That Was The Most Precious Relationship A Person Could Have, And They Both Cherished It.

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!

And The Ship Sailed Onward, Gliding Serenely Down The Moonlit River Toward The Dark Lands Beyond.

He Tapped One Of The Ivory Spikes Between His Legs And Said, 'there Be As Good A Way To Lose Your Manhood As Ever I've Seen'.

Misfoutune Always Comes To Those Who Wait. The Trick Is To Find Happiness In The Breif Gaps Between Distaters.