I Am The Victor. In The End

See This Pebble?" "yes." "take It." Eragon Did And Stared At The Unremarkable Lump. It Was Dull Black, Smooth, And As Large As The End Of His Thumb. There Were Countless Stones Like It On The Trail. "this Is Your Training." Eragon Looked Back At Him, Confused. "i Don't Understand." "of Course You Don't," Said Brom Impatiently. "that's Why I'm Teaching You And Not The Other Way Around. Now Stop Talking Or We'll Never Get Anywhere.

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.

And The Ship Sailed Onward, Gliding Serenely Down The Moonlit River Toward The Dark Lands Beyond.

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

I Didn't Think I Would Ever Meet A Noble Who Wasn't Corrupt. Now That I Have, I Find That I Prefer Them When They're Greedy Bastards. (brom To Eragon)