Leave the dead to the Earth. They are not for us.

Into the sky to win or die.

I have a new name for

Who is it who decides that one man should live and another should die? My life wasn't worth any more than his, but he's the one who's buried, while I get to enjoy at least a few more hours above the ground. Is it chance, random and cruel, or is there some purpose or pattern to all this, even if it lies beyond our ken?

There is much you can learn from books and scrolls. These books are my friends, my companions. They make me laugh and cry and find meaning in life.

Books are my friends, my companions. They make me laugh and cry and find meaning in life.

I'm healthy as an ox. And you? To compare myself with a bovine would be both ridiculous and insulting, but I'm fit as ever, if that is what you are asking.

It is a better world. A place where we ate responsible for our actions, where we can be kind to one another because we want to and becauseit is the right thing to do instead of being frightened into behaving by the threat of divine punishment.

How terrible, said Eragon, to die alone, separate even from the one who is closest to you.

Saphira waved her tail, the tip whistling loudly. I'm not asking you to. However, if we attack first, we may gain the advantage. Have you gone crazy? They'll... Eragon's voice trailed off as he thought about it. They won't be able to do a thing. Exactly, said Saphira. We can inflict lots of damage from a safe height. Let's drop rocks on them!