Brisingr (The Inheritance Cycle, #3)

by Christopher Paolini

I own a book, he thought, delighted.

Satisfied she had fulfilled the demands of round-ears-two-legs courtesy by welcoming Roran,

“Sit, then, if it pleases you, but whether you sit or stand, I will continue to insult you until you admit that his back muscle attaches here and not there.”

The trick isn’t inventing a spell no one else has ever thought of before; the trick is finding a spell your enemy has overlooked and using it against him.

There is in our chests a hard, gemlike object, similar in composition to our scales, called the Eldunarí, which means “the heart of hearts.”