Inheritance (Inheritance, #4)

by Christopher Paolini

“No. You should be the one resting, not me. Besides, this isn’t man’s work.” He snorted with derision. “By whose decree? A man’s work, or a woman’s, is whatever needs to be done.

Roran the feminist

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

This an Angela Stan account

You of all people should know that everything in this world must be paid for, whether in gold, time, or blood.

“When you teach them—teach them not to fear. Fear is good in small amounts, but when it is a constant, pounding companion, it cuts away at who you are and makes it hard to do what you know is right.”

Eragon looked down, breathing heavily as his eyes again grew blurry. “It’s done,” he said in an undertone. “I did it.… We did it. Galbatorix is dead, Nasuada is on the throne, and both Saphira and I are unharmed. That would please you, wouldn’t it, you old fox?”

Actively crying in the club.

“Then go with mine blessings, brother of mine heart.”

Orik 😭