However, Oromis and I have had centuries to reconcile ourselves with the fact that such a parting is inevitable. No matter how careful we are, if we live long enough, eventually one of us will die. It is not a happy thought, but it is the truth. Such is the way of the world.
My ring now, he told himself. I have to stop thinking of it as Brom’s.
Also, I am sure Aren was a way for him to protect himself.
I do not want him to die. No elf does. However, if every waking moment is a torment to him, then won’t it be better for him to seek release?” Neither.
The warrior who can adapt the easiest to the unexpected is the warrior who will live the longest.
My only inheritance.
Only thing is, a soldier threw a pitcher and hit him on the temple. Killed him instantly.
And remember to watch out for earwigs and wild hamsters. Ferocious things, wild hamsters.
Perhaps no one religion contains all the truth of the world. Perhaps every religion contains fragments of the truth and it is our responsibility to identify those fragments and piece them together. Or perhaps the elves are right and there are no gods. But how can I know for sure?” – Pg 479 Brisingr.
We’ll crack your skulls open and fatten our hogs on your blood!
The only thing she could be certain of was that she existed. All else was suspect, even her own thoughts.
Nothing is more dangerous than an enemy with nothing to lose, he thought. Which is what I have become.
A place where we are responsible for our own actions, where we can be kind to one another because we want to and because it is the right thing to do instead of being frightened into behaving by the threat of divine punishment. I won’t tell you what to believe, Eragon. It is far better to be taught to think critically and then be allowed to make your own decisions than to have someone else’s notions thrust upon you.
Especially when you’re around to cuckold the husband.
You believe dragons are better than gods?
Eragon – a fifteen-year-old farmboy – is shocked when a polished blue stone appears before him in the range of mountains known as the Spine. Eragon takes the stone to the farm where he lives with his uncle, Garrow, and his cousin, Roran. Garrow and his late wife, Marian, have raised Eragon. Nothing is known of his father; his mother, Selena, was Garrow’s sister and has not been seen since Eragon’s birth.
It is not my habit to hand out secrets like candied nuts on winter solstice. Especially not when they belong to others.” He was silent for a few paces. Then: “When someone refuses to tell me a certain piece of information, it only makes me that much more determined to find out the truth. I hate being ignorant. For me, a question unanswered is like a thorn in my side that pains me.
A muffled whump emanated from the blade, and the sword rose a half inch out of its scabbard, as if pushed from beneath, and small tongues of flame leaped up from the mouth of the sheath, licking the underside of the hilt.
House of Langfeld has rendered you in this cause, it is insulting.
Eragon shivered. Her tongue was covered with hooked barbs that could strip hair, hide, and meat off a deer with a single swipe.