I Know What We Do Is Right

Anger Has Its Place, But It Will Not Serve You Here, The Way Of The Warrior Is The Way Of Knowing. Of That Knowledge Requires You To Use Anger, Then You Use Anger, But You Cannot Wrest Forth Knowledge By Losing Your Temper.

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.

It Was As If His Point Of View Had, Within Seconds, Gone From That Of An Ant To That Of An Eagle. For The Sky Was Hollow, And The World Was Round.

They May Fight With Us, But They Don't Fight For 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.