Murtagh (The Inheritance Cycle #5)

by Christopher Paolini

“Because a scar means you survived. It means you’re tough and hard to kill.

It means you lived. A scar is something to admire.”

Sailing down from the underside of the firelit clouds was a small ship of grass, no more than a hand or two in length. The hull and sail were made of woven blades, and the mast and spars built from lengths of stem.

“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.”