Magic Is The Art Of Thinking, Not

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!

With Her Jaws And Talons, Saphira Tore Through An Urgal.

As They Spread Out Their Blankets, Saphira Commented With Satisfaction, We Are Becoming More Powerful, Eragon, Both Of Us. Soon No One Will Be Able To Stand In Our Way. Yes, But Which Way Shall We Choose? Whichever One We Want, She Said Smugly, Settling Down For The Night.

People Have An Annoying Habit Of Remembering Things They Shouldn't.

Haven't Had Your Fill Of Interesting Events?" "never. They Are The Spice Of Life." She Held Up Her Half-finished Hat. "how Do You Like It?" "it's Nice. The Blue Is Pretty. But What Do The Runes Say?" "raxacori-oh, Never Mind. It Wouldn't Mean A Thing To You Anyway. Safe Travels To You And Saphira, Eragon. And Remember To Watch Out For Earwigs And Wild Hamsters. Ferocious Things, Wild Hamsters."