Brisingr (The Inheritance Cycle, #3)

by Christopher Paolini

They embraced with their minds, smothering each other with warm waves of love, joy, and concern.

He smiled again, with a profound sense of contentment. This is where I belong, here with you.

May the wind rise under your wings, may the sun always be at your backs, and may you catch your prey napping.

Books should go where they will be most appreciated, and not sit unread, gathering dust on a forgotten shelf,

Yet you do not have to be bound by what those around you believe. You can grow beyond the limits of your race if you have the will.

Once those things were true, but no more, because people like you had the courage to set aside past hatreds and forge bonds of friendship where, previously, none existed.

And no longer would those who wished to hurt her partner-of-her-mind-and-heart be able to escape her wrath!

Casting her thoughts out before her, she said, I’m on my way, little one!