Eldest (The Inheritance Cycle, #2)

by Christopher Paolini

We’re throwing ourselves off a cliff without knowing how deep the water below is. Ah, but what a glorious flight!

I believe, Eragon, that you are full of love and that you are looking for one who will reciprocate your affection. No shame exists in that.

“Is she dangerous?” “We’re all dangerous.”

You’d have t’ be stark raving mad to go nearer’n five miles of that monster.” Pulling out his hammer, Roran banged it on the table, leaving a dent a half-inch deep. “Then I’m stark raving mad!”

“Must I remind you, we’ve only gotten this far by doing what quibbling worrywarts said couldn’t, or shouldn’t, be done?

Let them come, said Saphira. The tip of her tail twitched like that of a cat stalking a rabbit. They will all burn.

Shall we dance, friend of my heart? We shall, little one.