Christopher Paolini Quote

Exclaimed Saphira. She arched her neck and loosed a jet of blue and yellow flame into the upper reaches of the building. She spoke a single line in the ancient language, and the inside of Eragon’s mind seemed to ring with a sound like a bell, and for a moment, the tips of Saphira’s scales gleamed with an inner light, and she looked as if she were made of stars.The name was grand and majestic, but also tinged with sadness, for it named her as the last female of her kind. In the words, Eragon could hear the love and devotion she felt for him, as well as all the other traits that made up her personality. Most he recognized; a few he did not. Her flaws were as prominent as her virtues, but overall, the impression was one of fire and beauty and grandeur.Saphira shivered from the tip of her nose to the tip of her tail, and she shuffled her wings., she said., said Glaedr, and Eragon could sense how impressed he was. Saphira blinked and shuffled her wings again. The excitement running through her was palpable.Eragon sheathed Brisingr and walked over to her. She lowered her head until it was at his level. He stroked the line of her jaw, and then pressed his forehead against her hard snout and held her as tightly as he could, her scales sharp against his fingers. Hot tears began to slide down his cheeks. she asked.