With Her Jaws And Talons,

Eragon Cried Out, And In His Desperation He Reached For Saphira And The Eldunarí... And Without Meaning To, He Drew From Their Stories Of Energy. And With That Energy He Cast A Spell. It Was A Spell Without Words... His Was A Spell Of Instinct And Emotion; Language Could Not Contain It.

When You Teach Them-teach Them Not To Fear. Fear Is Good In Small Amounts, But When It Is A Constant, Pounding Companion, It Cuts Away At Who You Are And Makes It Hard To Do What You Know Is Right.

Fame Or Infamy, Either One Is Preferable To Being Forgotten When You Have Passed From This Realm.

He Who Stands Like A Pilar Dies In Battle. He Who Bends Like A Reed Is Triumphant!

A Person Must Earn Enlightenment, Eragon. It Is Not Handed Down To You By Others, Regardless Of How Revered They Be.