Those Whom We Most Love Are Often

Only Men Would Think Of Cutting Themselves To Determine Who The Packleader Is. Idiots.

Wind Howled Throught The Night, Carrying The Scent That Would Change The World.

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!

Eragon. Is That All You Say? Yes.

It’s Like Trying To Herd A Flock Of Geese,” Said Orik. “they’re Always Trying To Go Off On Their Own, They Make An Obnoxious Noise, And They’ll Bite Your Hand First Chance They Get.