The Poison Dart Hidden In The Raisin

Here Lies Brom Who Was A Rider Bonded To The Dragon Saphira Son Of Holcomb And Nelda Beloved Of Selena Father Of Eragon Shadeslayer Founder Of The Varden And Bane Of The Forsworn. May His Name Live On In Glory. Stydja Unin Mo'ranr

What Is The Worth Of Anything We Do? The Worth Is In The Act. Your Worth Halts When You Surrender The Will To Change And Experience Life

In El-harím, There Lived A Man, A Man With Yellow Eyes. To Me, He Said, "beware The Whispers, For They Whisper Lies. Do Not Wrestle With The Demons Of The Dark, Else Upon Your Mind They'll Place A Mark; Do Not Listen To The Shadows Of The Deep, Else They Haunt You Even When You Sleep.

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?

How Noble. Oh We Would Fell Many...-you With Magic And Blade, Whilst My Weapons Would Be Tooth And Claw-but It Would Be Futile In The End. They Are Too Numerous.... We Cannot Defeat Them, Only Be Defeated. - Saphira