He Tapped One Of The Ivory Spikes

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?

The Greatest Enemy Is One That Has Nothing To Lose.

Shall We Dance,friend Of My Heart?" We Shall, Little One.

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

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.