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Also, I am sure Aren was a way for him to protect himself
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The old dragon had not been enthusiastic about the mission when Eragon told him about it, but neither had he opposed it. After discussing various contingencies, Glaedr had said: , which, Eragon thought, was hardly an encouraging statement.
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My only inheritance.
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Galbatorix glanced over his shoulder and said, "It was inconsiderate of you to attack so early in the morning. I was already awake--I rise well before dawn--but you woke Shruikan. He gets rather irritated when he's tired, and when he's irritated, he tends to eat people. My guards learned long ago not to disturb him when he's resting. You would have done well to follow their example."
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They landed with a crash that split paving stones and jarred the nearby houses. Something cracked in Thorn's left wing-shoulder, and his back arched unnaturally as Murtagh's wards kept the dragon from crushing him flat. Saphira could hear Murtagh cursing from underneath Thorn, and she decided that it would be best to move away before the angry two-legs-round-ears started casting spells. She jumped up, kicking Thorn in the belly as she did s..
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Up on her back, Blodhgarm loosened the straps that held his legs in Saphira's saddle, then slid down her side. For a moment, Eragon had the supremely disorienting experience of meeting himself. He immediately decided that he disliked how his hair curled at the temples.
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As he drew near his tent, he saw Arya waiting for him by the entrance. Eragon quickened his stride, but before he could greet her, someone called out: "Shadeslayer!" Eragon turned and saw one of Nasuada's pages trotting toward them. "Shadeslayer," the boy repeated, somewhat out of breath, and bowed to Arya. "Lady Nasuada would like you to come to her tent an hour before dawn tomorrow morning, in order to confer with her. What shall I tell h..
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mushroom pie stuffed with spinach, thyme, and currants.
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Takdir punya selera humor yang kejam - Murtagh
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inheritance-cycle
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Ia tersadar bahwa hal yang dianggapnya luas ternyata hanya sebagian kecil dari sesuatu yang lebih luas lagi
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In this, you must rely upon your own judgment. Listen closely to what your heart says and perhaps it will become clear how to win free of these treacherous downdrafts. In
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If we are to tempt fate, then let us not be cowards about it.
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We are no longer awkward younglings. Our enemies may be fearsome, but so are we. It is time we remind them of that.
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I do not want him to die. No elf does. However, if every waking moment is a torment to him, then won't it be better for him to seek release?" Neither"
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Our strength with magic grants us as much leisure as we desire. We neither hunt nor farm, and, as a result, we spend our days working to master our interests, whatever they might be. Very little exists that we must strive for." Through"
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Perhaps no one religion contains all the truth of the world. Perhaps every religion contains fragments of the truth and it is our responsibility to identify those fragments and piece them together. Or perhaps the elves are right and there are no gods. But how can I know for sure?" - Pg 479 Brisingr"
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Then forgive him. And if you can't forgive, at least forget, for he meant you no harm, however rash that act was.
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The only thing she could be certain of was that she existed. All else was suspect, even her own thoughts.
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I cannot pretend that I regard this with favor, but the purpose of life is not to do what we want but what needs to be done. This is what fate demands of us. - Oromis
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You believe dragons are better than gods?
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House of Langfeld has rendered you in this cause, it is insulting
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A fine Dragon Rider you are, afraid of talking to a large group! If only Galbatorix knew, he could have you at his mercy if he but asked you to make a speech to his troops. Ha! It
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Part of himself held back and would not allow him to commit to the dwarf gods and bind his identity and his sense of well-being to something he did not understand. He also had difficulty accepting that if gods did exist, the dwarf gods were the only ones. Eragon was certain that if he asked Nar Garzhvog or a member of the nomad tribes, or even the black priests of Helgrind, if their gods were real, they would uphold the supremacy of their d..
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Now, can we please abandon such weighty conversation? I have become thoroughly exhausted with thoughts of fate, destiny, justice, and other, equally gloomy topics over the past few days. As far as I am concerned, philosophic questioning is just as likely to make you confused and depressed as it is to improve your condition.
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The bumblebee was so vibrant, so alive, and so beautiful, its presence renewed Eragon's will to survive. A world that contained a creature as amazing as that bumblebee was a world he wanted to live in. By
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staying alive.
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The only true guide is your heart. Nothing less than its supreme desire can help you.
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Arya?" "Yes?" She drew the word out, her voice rising and falling with a faint lilt. "What do you want to do once this is all over?" "What do want to do?" He fingered Brisingr's pommel as he considered the question. "I don't know. I haven't let myself think much past Uru-baen...It would depend on what she wants, but I suppose Saphira and I might return to Palancar Valley. I could build a hall on one of the foothills of the mountains. We ..
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They talked for another few minutes, then Arya made her excuses and rose to leave. As she stepped past him, Eragon reached toward her, as if to stop her, then quickly drew back his hand. "Wait," he said softly, unsure of what he hoped for, but hoping nevertheless. The beat of his heart increased, pounding in his ears, and his cheeks grew warm. Arya paused with her back to him by the entrance of the tent. "Good night, Eragon," she said. Then..
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Dragons, like wagons, Have tongues. Dragons, like flagons, Have necks. But while two hold beer, The other eats deer!
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Now she had a weapon.
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What of it? If you don't make a few enemies every now and then, you're a coward - or worse. Besides, it was worth it to see his reaction.
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Those whom we love are often the most alien to us.
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Eragon and the others walked as quietly as they could, but the tunnel magnified sounds. Every bump and scrape echoed, filling the air with a multitude of overlapping whispers that seemed to murmur and sigh with a life of their own. The whispers made Eragon feel as if they were surrounded by a host of disembodied spirits who were commenting on their every move. , he thought as he scuffed his boot against a rock, which bounced against the sid..
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The chamber was empty, except for a rotting barrel in one corner. Across from them, three identical archways opened to three identical rooms, small and dark. Where those led, Eragon could not see. The group stopped, and Eragon slowly straightened his back, wincing as his sore muscles stretched. "This would not have been part of Erst Graybeard's plans," said Arya. "Which path should we pick?" asked Wyrden. "Isn't it obvious?" asked the herba..
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We thought you were dead." "They'll have to try harder than that if they want to kill me. Bunglers, the lot of them."
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Maybe he can tell us where they took our things." Dropping into a squat, the herbalist placed two fingers against the youth's jugular vein, feeling his pulse. Then she slapped his cheeks and peeled back his eyelids. The novitiate remained slack and motionless. His lack of response seemed to annoy the herbalist. "One moment," she said, closing her eyes. A slight frown creased her brow. For a while, she was still; then she sprang upward with ..
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Blodhgarm.
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If only everyone could see what we have seen, perhaps there would be less fighting in the world. You cannot expect wolves to become sheep. No, but neither do the wolves have to be cruel to the sheep.
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Nasuada told me of what Az Sweldn rak Anhuin attempted. Always you get into trouble when I am not with you. His smile widened. And when you are? I eat the trouble before it eats you.
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A deep-voiced fellow was saying, "--and the way they stare down their noses at you, as if you're the lowest of the low. Half the time they won't even talk to you when you ask them a friendly question. They just turn their shoulder and walk away." "Aye," said another man. "And their women--as beautiful as statues and about half as inviting." "That's because you're a right ugly bastard, Svern, that's why." "It's not my fault my father had a h..
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He looks more like an elf than he does his own flesh and blood. I wouldn't count on his loyalty any more than the Urgals'." The third man spoke up again: "Have you noticed, he's always freshly shaven, no mater how early in the morning we break camp?" "He must use magic for a razor." "Goes against the natural order of things, it does. That and all the other spells being tossed around nowadays. Makes you want to hide in a cave somewhere and l..
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Try not to burn down Aroughs, would you? Cities are rather hard to replace.
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