The Poison Dart Hidden In The Raisin

I Have To Admit, That's A Remarkable Bruise. You Should Be Proud; It's Quite A Feat To Get Injured In The Manner You Did And In That...particular...place.

What Have You Done?' He Said, His Voice Hollow And Strained. He Stepped Back And Put His Fists To His Temples. 'what Have You Done!' With An Effort, Eragon Said, 'made You Understand.

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.

Nothing Out Of The Ordinary Ever Occurs To Me When I'm By Myself. But You Attract Duels, Ambushes, Immortal Enemies, Obscure Creatures Such As The Ra'zac, Long-lost Family Members, And Mysterious Acts Of Magic As If They Were Were Starving Weasels And You Were A Rabbit That Wandered Into Their Den.

Basically, I Would Be Happy With Any Profession Where I Got To Be Creative And Make Things.