As he gazed at the sun-darkened warriors, battle-worn before him, he decided that he would rather fight a hundred enemies than have to stand up in public and risk the disapproval of others.
Despite his sense of futility, the effort had proved helpful in at least one regard: Arya no longer defeated him every time they crossed blades. He had watched her with redoubled attention – studying her as closely as a deer he was stalking – and as a result, he had won a few of their matches. However, he still was not her equal, much less her better.
A fine Dragon Rider you are, afraid of talking to a large group! If only Galbatorix knew, he could have you at his mercy if he but asked you to make a speech to his troops. Ha! It.
No, a woolen rug.
She had also given them details about Murtagh’s sleeping quarters, what he ate, and even his mood the previous evening.
Captain Garven! You go too far.” “I’ll go even further if it means ensuring your well-being.
May good fortune rule over you, peace live in your heart, and the stars watch over you.
Galbatorix glanced over his shoulder and said, “It was inconsiderate of you to attack so early in the morning. I was already awake – I rise well before dawn – but you woke Shruikan. He gets rather irritated when he’s tired, and when he’s irritated, he tends to eat people. My guards learned long ago not to disturb him when he’s resting. You would have done well to follow their example.
It’s not the wolves out there, it’s the wolves in here.
A dragon who was not free to do as he or she wished was not a dragon at all.
Brom finally reveals that he is an agent of the Varden – a rebel group dedicated to overthrowing Galbatorix – and that he had been hiding in Eragon’s village, waiting for a new Dragon Rider to appear. Brom also explains that twenty years ago, he and Jeod stole Saphira’s egg from Galbatorix. In the process, Brom killed Morzan, first and last of the Forsworn. Only two other dragon eggs still exist, both of which remain in Galbatorix’s possession.
Saphira pushed her head inside. Meat! she said. I smell meat!
Try not to burn down Aroughs, would you? Cities are rather hard to replace.
When shall the ceremony take place, then?” “In an hour,” said Roran.
You must learn to see what you are looking at. And also: The way of the warrior is the way of knowing.
Takdir punya selera humor yang kejam – Murtagh.
MAKING AMENDS “You are late,” said Nasuada as Eragon and Angela found.
Ia tersadar bahwa hal yang dianggapnya luas ternyata hanya sebagian kecil dari sesuatu yang lebih luas lagi.
That means both that you are exceptionally strong-willed and that you are able to suspend the functioning of your imagination – for it is an overactive imagination that turns men into cowards, not a surfeit of fear, as most believe.
All we can do is strive to accept our fate with grace, whatever it might be. The alternative is to allow the thought of Galbatorix’s possible actions to unsettle our minds, and that I won’t do. I refuse to give him such power over me.
He bent and plucked a tooth, a molar, from the dirt.