Eragon / Eldest / Brisingr / Inheritance (The Inheritance Cycle #1-4)

by Christopher Paolini

As the empty hours crept by, Eragon stared at the beams above his head and traced the cracks in the wood, unable to calm his racing thoughts. He tried every method he knew to relax, but his mind kept returning to Arya, to his surprise at meeting her, to her comments about his treatment of Sloan, and, above all else, to the feelings he had for her. What those were exactly, he was unsure. He longed to be with her, but she had rejected his advances, and that tarnished his affection with hurt and anger, and also frustration, for while Eragon refused to accept that his suit was hopeless, he could not think of how to proceed.

He wrestled with his unruly emotions deep into the night, until finally he succumbed to exhaustion and drifted into the waiting embrace of his waking dreams. There he wandered for a few fitful hours until the stars began to fade and it was time for him and Arya to leave Eastcroft.

Misfortune always comes to those who wait. The trick is to find happiness in the brief gaps between disasters.

“Queen Islanzadí is both kind and merciful to her subjects, even if they are her unwilling subjects, but if anyone dares oppose us, we shall sweep them aside like dead leaves before an autumn storm.”

Would you be so kind as to share with us the reason for your more animalistic features?” A shiny ripple flowed through Blödhgarm’s fur as he shrugged. “This shape pleased me,” he said. “Some write poems about the sun and the moon, others grow flowers or build great structures or compose music. As much as I appreciate those various art forms, I believe that true beauty only exists in the fang of a wolf, in the pelt of the forest cat, in the eye of an eagle.

The monsters of the mind are far worse than those that actually exist. Fear, doubt, and hate have hamstrung more people than beasts ever have.”

References how scary thoughts can be

We were companions … and friends.” A pang of jealousy afflicted Eragon. He wrestled with it, subdued it, and tried to eliminate it but was not altogether successful.

Eragon still loves Arya

My ring now, he told himself. I have to stop thinking of it as Brom’s.

Obstacle that Eragon thinks his gift from broom is not his own

have of Brom, and even though the dwarves brought Snowfire from Farthen Dûr, I rarely ride him nowadays. Aren is really all I have to remember him by.… My only legacy of him. My only inheritance. I wish he were still alive!

Obstacle or something else : Eragon believes his only legacy is with brom

Arya, “but I doubt it’s necessary. True names are not so easy to find as you think. Galbatorix does not know you well enough to guess your name, and if he were inside your mind and able to examine your every thought and memory, you would be already lost to him, true name or no. If it is any comfort, I doubt that even I could divine

your true name.” “Couldn’t you?” he asked. He was both pleased and displeased that she believed any part of him was a mystery to her. She glanced at him and then lowered her eyes. “No, I do not think so. Could you guess mine?” “No.”

she meant. Blödhgarm’s musk surrounded him like a cloud, thick and heady, a warm, smoky scent that contained hints of crushed juniper berries and that set Saphira’s nostrils to tingling. All the women in the Varden seem to have fallen in love with him, she said. They stalk him wherever he goes, desperate to talk with him but too shy to utter so much as a squeak when he looks at them. Maybe only females can smell him. He cast a concerned glance at Arya. She does not seem to be affected. She has protection against magical influences. I hope so.… Do you think we should put a stop to Blödhgarm? What he is doing is a sneaky, underhanded way of gaining a

Obstacle :Blodhgarm could be with. Galbatorix using his scent to mak the queen fall in love with him so she serves galbatorix

want you, Eragon,” said Roran, and clapped him on the shoulder. “You are a Rider, and you are the only other living person who shares my blood; Murtagh does not count. I cannot think of anyone else I would rather have tie the knot around my wrist and hers.” “Then,” said Eragon, “I shall.” The

Eragon is a lovable character and a kind one

she believed Elva’s choice was a personal one and therefore the girl ought to be able to do as she wished without being harried like an eagle by a flock of jays. Eragon was of a similar opinion, but

Traits:Eragon is a kind and loving person but believes that elva wanted a blessing on her own free will and he shouldn’t be blamed