He who stands like a pilar dies in battle. He who bends like a reed is triumphant!
No-one can function properly without occasional peace and quiet.
In my writing, I strive for a lyrical beauty somewhere between Tolkien at his best and Seamus Heaney’s translation of Beowulf.
And the ship sailed onward, gliding serenely down the moonlit river toward the dark lands beyond.
There is no more exciting sport than flying, for if you lose, you die.
To know who you are without any delusions or sympathy is a moment of revelation that no one experiences unscathed.
What a strange expression said the herbalist who would compare themselves to chopped liver in the first place? If you have to to choose an organ why not pick a gallbladder or a thymus gland instead? Much more interesting than a liver. Or what about chopped t-.
Do not become so attached to any one belief than you cannot see past it to another possibility. Brom to Eragon.
Characters are born from necessity.
Sometimes there are no answers.
Her sculptured face was as perfect as a painting.
From the corner of his eye, Eragon saw Orik hewing Urgal necks with mighty blows of his ax.
With her jaws and talons, Saphira tore through an Urgal.
Root of a tree, fruit of a vine, let me pass by this blood of mine.
Having no other recourse, Roran resorted to the unexpected: he stuck his head and neck out and shouted, “BAH!” just as he would if he were trying to scare someone in a dark hallway...
For her, choices were simple; either there was an action she could take to improve the situation, in which case she took it, or there was not, and everything else said on the subject was so much meaningless noise.
It’s overwhelming. I feel as if I am living in an illusion a dream where all things are possible. Amazing things do happen I know but always to someone else always in some far off place and time.
I have 20 or 30 books completely plotted out in my mind – mysteries, thrillers, horror, romance, science fiction. You name it.
The songs of the dead are the lamentations of the living.
Too late. It’s hatched.