I've Never Been Helpless, I Just Have

You Named Your Sword Fire? Fire? What Kind Of A Boring Name Is That? You Might As Well Name Your Sword 'blazing Blade' And Be Done With It. Fire Indeed. Humph. Wouldn't You Rather Have A Sword Called Sheepbiter Or Chrysanthemum Cleaver Or Something Else With Imagination?

The Purpose Of Life Is Not To Do What We Want But What Needs To Be Done.

There Is A Proper Way To Greet The Sentinels In Ceris, Certain Patterns And Forms That You Must Observe When Presented To Queen Islanzadí, And A Hundred Different Manners In Which To Greet Those Around You, If It’s Not Better To Just Remain Quiet.” “with All Your Customs,” Eragon Risked Saying, “it Seems As Though You’ve Only Made It Easier To Offend People.” A Smile Flickered Across Her Lips. “perhaps.

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

What A Sweet And Succulent Morsel: So Soft, So Salty, So Deliciously Delectable, It Makes Me Want To Wiggle With Delight. You Should Cook For Me More Often, Roran Stronghammer. Only Next Time, I Think You Should Prepare Several Deer At Once. Otherwise, I Won't Get A Proper Meal.' Roran Hesitated, As If Unable To Decide Whether Her Request Was Serious And, If So, How He Could Politely Extricate Himself Froim Such An Unlooked -for And Rather Onerous Obligation.