Murtagh (The Inheritance Cycle #5)

by Christopher Paolini

“All good weapons deserve a name,” said Murtagh. “Especially magical ones. What would you call this one?” Essie thought for a second and then said, “Mister Stabby!”

Dull stick-claw is improvement on no dull stick-claw, I suppose.

The memory of Silna’s eyes lingered in his mind, and he felt as if she had seen to his very center, every flaw laid bare before her guileless gaze. It was an intimacy he was only used to sharing with Thorn, and it left him with an uncomfortable sense of vulnerability. And yet, to be seen as he was, and accepted…was there any greater grace?

If what she did seems wrong to you, the fault lies not with her. She can do no wrong.”

“Is better to find way to be close to ones we care for, even if not always fit in easily. The bees know it. The wolves know it. Now I know it.”