With Her Jaws And Talons, Saphira Tore

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

What Have You Done?' He Said, His Voice Hollow And Strained. He Stepped Back And Put His Fists To His Temples. 'what Have You Done!' With An Effort, Eragon Said, 'made You Understand.

Kvetha, Shur'tugal Greetings, Dragon Rider

You Cannot Learn What You Are Made Of If You Rely On Anyone Or Anything Else To Help You.

Engaged In A Fiery Dance, Their Bodies Were Linked And Seperated By The Flashing Blades. At Times They Nearly Touched, Taut Skin Only A Hair's Breadth Away, But Then Momentum Would Whirl Them Apart, And They Would Withdraw For A Second, Only To Join Again. Their Sinuous Forms Wove Together Like Twisting Ropes Of Windblown Smoke.