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Throughout, one will find divers peoples and creatures, from hardy humans to long-lived elves to deep-dwelling dwarves to war-wedded Urgals.
Girl a typo in the THIRD SENTENCE?!
Honor demands, duty compels, And love cajoles, but the self insists.
He had seen that with Galbatorix. The king had known more than most—more even than some of the oldest elves or dragons—but in the end, his knowledge had brought with it no wisdom.
“Or, and this is just a suggestion, you could try to fix the problem instead of running away.”
He wished he had Zar’roc or even a camp knife to defend himself. But no, he’d been too confident, too clever. All he had was the fork.
“Sometimes,” he said, “you have to stand and fight. Sometimes running away isn’t an option. Now do you understand?”
Murtagh grimaced. Some people went their whole lives without killing. He wondered what that was like.
Being yourself is use enough. We do not need to prove ourselves to anyone.
Their relationship wasn’t as smooth as Eragon and Saphira’s, and Murtagh didn’t think it ever would be. But that was all right. A dull thorn was no thorn at all.
And it was energy that really interested Murtagh. What was it? Where did it come from? How could it be gathered and used?
He wished Thorn could eat every living thing, should the need arise. But it still would not save either of them from their fated end, for the doom of all things was to die and be forgotten. Even dragons.
He sighed and looked at the great arc of stars splattered across the night sky, and he wished for the wisdom to calm and comfort, to heal wounded minds.
She spoke with him as the person he was, not the person others believed him to be.
Sometimes it felt to Murtagh as if the whole of Alagaësia were a graveyard, laden with history’s sorrows.
But despite what Murtagh had told Essie, he believed that some wounds, some scars, were too great to overcome and did nothing to make a person stronger.
I hear many things, and I know more. I hunt in shadows, and I dance in moonbeams, and wherever I walk, I walk alone.”
“Well, far as I see it, there’s no putting a price on pain, if’n you follow. Everyone’s entitled to their own. Would be a strange thing t’ say that some pain is easier ’an others without knowin’ what it’s like in another’s shoes, if’n that makes sense.”
He had a suspicion as to the cause of his difficulty, and when he noticed he was reluctant to pursue a certain line of inquiry, he knew then he was on the right path.
Murtagh didn’t mind cooking, but he never liked how long it took.
For the first time, he realized how appealing it was to follow instead of lead.
There was a lily whose leaf and stem seemed made of living gold and whose petals were of a whitish metal.
Mushrooms that had purple caps and electric-blue gills.
Oathbreaker, that’s what I am. And he knew it was so, for oathbreaker was part of his true name.
As dangerous as the situation was, his desire to know was stronger than his sense of self-preservation.
At times, he fantasized about finding a spell that would let him bring Galbatorix back to life so that he could kill him again.
No one truly lives apart. We are all connected. And ignoring their responsibilities, his responsibilities, would only lead to regret.
If all the world were as cramped as Ilirea or Dras-Leona, there would be no place for those who didn’t belong.
The witch’s smile widened, and she spread her arms as if to embrace the whole of existence.
Do not mourn for me, Murtagh son of Morzan. I have no sorrows here, only triumph, glorious and inevitable.”
Sleep well, Kingkiller, and may your dreams bring you understanding. Tomorrow we shall talk of the new age that is dawning.”
The sculpture was a grotesquerie—a mockery of grace and art and all things beautiful. He felt a strong urge to break it.
But then, there was much he did not know, and much that was hidden by the passage of years.
As much as he hated to admit it, the way Eragon had used magic on Galbatorix had been a stroke of inspiration. No one seemed to think of guarding themselves against the good, only the bad.
What had he been dreaming about? The memory scratched at the edge of his mind, and he had an obscure sense that it had been important….
Murtagh imagined, the low, nearly inaudible groans of the earth’s massive weight as it settled and shifted, constantly seeking to further collapse into the tumbled ruins time made of all things.
Murtagh found it difficult to imagine having such a limited perspective. To be so blinkered in place could only lead to being similarly blinkered in mind.
Thorn coughed. No. Because she has been told much but seen little. I was like that once. It is good to know the truth of things.
There was a significant difference between a hunter and a butcher, and he had no desire to be a butcher.
Thorn’s disapproval washed over him. It does not seem right to see you ride one of those hornless deer animals. Horses. They’re called horses, and you know that.
Existence was a tomb wherein the sins of the past lay interred.
Bachel seemed to transform before him; he saw cruelty in her features now and the stubbornness of deluded certainty. And he wondered at his own credulity.
“If only…,” he murmured, then stopped. Was there a more useless phrase than that?
I have failed, Murtagh thought, and the realization was crushing. Once again, he was unable to protect his friend. Once again, another suffered because of his mistakes.
Bachel is mad, but does not mean power is imagined. No.”
Was wrong to live apart. I could not help clans, and clans could not help me.” He shook his head. “Is better to find way to be close to ones we care for, even if not always fit in easily.
We have not arrived at the end of the end, nor the middle of the end, but I say now that this day marks the beginning of the end.
Murtagh couldn’t decide if Uvek’s attitude was born out of fatalism or faith or some other aspect of his culture or personality, but Murtagh found it impossible to be as calm.
“…how are…you?” he whispered. The dragon placed his head alongside Murtagh’s thigh, and he rested his hand on Thorn’s scaled forehead.
My heart is BROKEN
Tears rolled down her face. In a whisper, she said, “I want…I want a better dream, one of cheer and hope and love.”
And Ahno laugh despite hurts and say, ‘It not good to run with pack that does not want me. I will find pack that does want.’ Then he change into eagle and fly away.
