Inheritance (Inheritance, #4)

by Christopher Paolini

But you did everything you could, and when you could do no more, you made peace with your fate, and you didn’t rail needlessly against it. That is wisdom, not weakness.”

He snorted with derision. “By whose decree? A man’s work, or a woman’s, is whatever needs to be done.

refuse to give him such power over me.”

If you don’t make a few enemies every now and then, you’re a coward—or worse.