Murtagh (The Inheritance Cycle #5)

by Christopher Paolini

Purple shadows streaked the land, and nightjars darted overhead, chasing insects as the first stars appeared in the sky beyond.

The day’s hunting is done. If you go, you’ll step wrong, get hurt—more hurt. Rest will help you hunt better. Murtagh sighed and let his head fall back. “I know. I just hate to waste any time.” His head vibrated as Thorn hummed. It is not waste if it helps.

Then everyone everywhere would do the same with their own regrets, and the world would be unmade.