They May Fight With Us, But They

I Warn You, Eragon, Beware Of Whom You Fall In Love With, For Fate Seems To Have A Morbid Interest In Our Family.

She Lowered Her Head Until It Was At His Level. He Stroked The Line Of Her Jaw, And Then Pressed His Forehead Against Her Hard Snout And Held Her As Tightly As He Could, Her Scales Sharp Against His Fingers. Hot Tears Began To Slide Down His Cheeks. 'why Do You Cry?' She Asked. 'because... I'm Lucky Enough To Be Bonded With You.' 'little One.

Anger Has Its Place, But It Will Not Serve You Here, The Way Of The Warrior Is The Way Of Knowing. Of That Knowledge Requires You To Use Anger, Then You Use Anger, But You Cannot Wrest Forth Knowledge By Losing Your Temper.

Nothing Out Of The Ordinary Ever Occurs To Me When I'm By Myself. But You Attract Duels, Ambushes, Immortal Enemies, Obscure Creatures Such As The Ra'zac, Long-lost Family Members, And Mysterious Acts Of Magic As If They Were Were Starving Weasels And You Were A Rabbit That Wandered Into Their Den.

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