...even The Donkeys Were Quiet.

Personally, I Had A Great Education. My Mum Was A Trained Teacher, A Montessori Teacher, And I Know That I Could Not Have Written 'eragon' If I Had Gone Into A Public School System Because I Would Have Just Been Too Busy Attending Classes And Doing Homework - I Wouldn't Have Had The Time To Write.

He Closed His Eyes And Sank Into The Warm Dusk That Separates Consciosness And Sleep, Where Reality Bends And Sways To The Wind Of Thought, And Where Creativity Blossoms In Its Freedom From Boundaries And All Things Are Possible.

From The Corner Of His Eye, Eragon Saw Orik Hewing Urgal Necks With Mighty Blows Of His Ax.

The Trickster, The Riddler, The Keeper Of Balance, He Of The Many Faces Who Finds Life In Death And Who Fears No Evil; He Who Walks Through Doors.

Congratulations, You've Just Been Promoted!