They May Fight With Us,

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.

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

That S The Problem I Ve Been Choosing Male Names. You Are A She! [to Saphira, While Trying To Choose Her Name.]

She Gave Him A Wan Smile. "and Then You Came, Eragon. You And Saphira. After Hope Had Deserted Me And I Was About To Be Taken To Galbatorix In Uru'baen, A Rider Appeared To Rescue Me. A Rider And A Dragon!" "and Morzan's Son," He Said. "both Of Morzan's Sons." "describe It How You Will, It Was Such An Improbable Rescue, I Occasionally Think That I Did Go Mad And That I've Imagined Everything Since.

Not Anymore. I'm Afraid I've Degenerated Into A Bibliophile." "a What?" Asked Eragon. "one Who Loves Books," Explained Jeod.