Too Late. It's Hatched.

On The Beach, Roran Stood Alone, Watching Them Go. Then He Threw Back His Head And Uttered A Long, Aching Cry, And The Night Echoed With The Sound Of His Loss.

A Hatchling, That Is What You Are. A Hatchling Struggling Into The World. I May Be Younger Than You In Years, But I Am Ancient In My Thoughts. Do Not Worry About These Things. Find Peace In Where And What You Are. People Often Know What Must Be Done. All You Need To Do Is Show Them The Way — That Is Wisdom.

If I Spent My Time Worrying About What Other People Would Think Of My Work, I Would Be Too Self-conscious To Write.

I Own A Book,' He Thought, Delighted (paolini 291).

In El-harím, There Lived A Man, A Man With Yellow Eyes. To Me, He Said, "beware The Whispers, For They Whisper Lies. Do Not Wrestle With The Demons Of The Dark, Else Upon Your Mind They'll Place A Mark; Do Not Listen To The Shadows Of The Deep, Else They Haunt You Even When You Sleep.