Kvetha, Shur'tugal Greetings, Dragon Rider

Eragon Looked Back At Him, Confused. "i Don't Understand." "of Course You Don't," Said Brom Impatiently. "that's Why I'm Teaching You And Not The Other Way Around.

It's Amazing That A Man Who Is Dead Can Talk To People Through These Pages. As Long As This Books Survives, His Ideas Live.

Arya.' He Looked Down The Silvery River And Then Back At Arya, And He Gripped The Hilt Of Brisingr. He Was So Full Of Emotion, He Trembled. He Did Not Want To Leave, But He Knew He Must. 'stay With Me-' Her Gaze Darted Up. 'i Cannot.' '...stay With Me Until The First Curve In The River.' She Hesitated, Then Nodded.

It’s Better To Be Sworn To An Honest Fool Than To A Lying Scholar

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?