Quotes About Eragon

...life is in Fate's hands now. You made your choice to stay... it's too late to change that, so stop agonizing over it.... You're making my scales itch. Saphira, from "Eragon

Really! Between you and Eragon, I seem to spend most of my time among the Varden healing people to silly to realize they need to avoid getting chopped into tiny little pieces

Life is in Fate's hands now. You made your choice to stay... it's too late to change that, so stop agonizing over it.... You're making my scales itch. Saphira, from Eragon

I think it would dismay them to know what it takes to feed you. Not to mention that you could empty their cellars of beer and wine in a single night.' Eragon said. I would never, Saphira sniffed. Maybe in two nights.

She gave him a wan smile. And then you came, Eragon. You and Saphira. After hope had deserted me and I was about to be taken to Galbatorix in Uru'baen, a Rider appeared to rescue me. A rider and a dragon! And Morzan's son, he said. Both of Morzan's sons. Describe it how you will, it was such an improbable rescue, I occasionally think that I did go mad and that I've imagined everything since.

Now I remember why I hate eating sheep. Horrible, fluffy things that give me hair balls and indigestion. ( Saphira from the Eragon Series)

Let'sss just kill him, said the shorter Ra'zac. He has caused us much grief. The taller one ran his finger down his sword. A good plan. But remember, the king's instructions were to keep them alive. -from Eragon, Chapter Title: The Ra'zac's Revenge.

Haven't had your fill of interesting events? Never. They are the spice of life. She held up her half-finished hat. How do you like it? It's nice. The blue is pretty. But what do the runes say? Raxacori-Oh, never mind. It wouldn't mean a thing to you anyway. Safe travels to you and Saphira, Eragon. And remember to watch out for earwigs and wild hamsters.  Ferocious things, wild hamsters. 

Really! Between you and Eragon, I seem to spend most of my time among the Varden healing people to silly to realize they need to avoid getting chopped into tiny little pieces

The debate raged on for so long, at last Saphira had interrupted with a roar that shook the walls of the command tent. Then she said, I am sore and tired, and Eragon is doing a poor job of explaining himself. We have better things to do than stand around yammering like jackdaws, no? ... Good now listen to me. It was reflected Eragon, hard to argue with a dragon.

Islanzadi sighed, and suddenly appeared tired. "Ormomis may have been your proper teacher, but you have proved yourself to be Brom's heir, not Oromis's. Brom is the only person who managed to entangle himself in as many predicaments as you. Like him, you seem compelled to find the deepest patch of quicksand and then dive into it." Eragon hid a smile, pleased by the comparison.

You're a right heartless bastard, you are." "I have too many hearts," said Eragon, though he knew the butcher would not understand.

A faint tickling on the back of his right hand caused Eragon to look down. A huge, wingless cricket clung to his glove. The insect was hideous: black and bulbous, with barbed legs and a massive skull-like head. Its carapace gleamed like oil.

So you weren't just jealous? She licked the claw once more. Perhaps a little. Eragon

Eragon's rearing—limited as it was by Garrow's scant tutelage—had exposed him only to the knowledge needed to run a farm.

Only then did Eragon again become aware of Saphira and Glaedr pressing against his consciousness, watching with steadfast attentiveness every thought that flickered through his mind. Both of the dragons were as tense as Eragon had ever felt them. If he were to poke Saphira, he guessed she would be so startled, she would twist herself in circles. And if I were to poke you, nothing would be left but a smear , she commented. Eragon smiled.

That's not fair," Eragon said. "I can't use that spell, not without my sword flaring up like a bonfire.

Later, the stone cracks open and a baby dragon emerges. When Eragon touches her, a silvery mark appears on his palm, and an irrevocable bond is forged between their minds, making Eragon one of the legendary Dragon Riders. He names the dragon Saphira, after a dragon mentioned by the village storyteller, Brom.

Eragon—a fifteen-year-old farmboy—is shocked when a polished blue stone appears before him in the range of mountains known as the Spine. Eragon takes the stone to the farm where he lives with his uncle, Garrow, and his cousin, Roran. Garrow and his late wife, Marian, have raised Eragon. Nothing is known of his father; his mother, Selena, was Garrow's sister and has not been seen since Eragon's birth.

Eragon shivered. Her tongue was covered with hooked barbs that could strip hair, hide, and meat off a deer with a single swipe.

Have you gotten any other strange feelings in the past few months?" asked Eragon. Only the urge to eat a small red mushroom, but it passed quickly enough.

In all your travels around Alagaësia, with Angela and without, you've never found anything that might explain this mystery? Or even just something that might be of use against Galbatorix." I found you, didn't I? "That's not funny," growled Eragon.

upon mine family's honor." "Five to four," Eragon said to Orik as he returned to his seat. "And not in our favor." Orik grunted. "I can count, Eragon.

A dwarf was waiting for Eragon in the dragonhold.