Eragon Book Quotes Novels & Stories

Balthazar shook his head, his mind still working out what he saw. "What?" I asked. "There was something else. The book just kept repeating a verse over and over again." "What was it?" "Something the shadows whispered right before Nesrin had released Dela. 'One shall rise, one shall fall. In a fight of fire and ice, a phoenix will be reborn.' It said it over and over again," I furrowed my brow. "You never mentioned it before." Balthazar shook his head. "It wasn't me they spoke to. It was Balor, and I thought it came true when your mother died, so we never talked about it."

was a memory of a poison that had failed. "Where to now, my Queen?" Eryx asked, the title sounding right for the first time in years. I looked north, toward the mountains that were already beginning to glow with the first light of a real, un-written dawn. "Home," I said. "And if the West ever tries to write us into a story again... we’ll burn the library."

“What, you thought saving the world would be glamorous?” “I thought maybe it wouldn’t include so many legal clauses,” I said, waving a dusty scroll. He snorted. “You sound like Cassian.” “Please, if I sounded like Cassian, I’d be complaining with my whole chest and quoting a dramatic poem about death.” As if summoned, Cassian popped his head into the room. “I heard that,” he said. “And I do not appreciate the slander. I quote only the best dramatic poems.” “Get out,” Killian and I said in unison.

Who on earth turns their back on their enemy? Odessa sighed, “This is my first and last time reaching out to you, heaven knows if I don't do it, she’ll yap my head off. Give up, Eira. You'll never win. This life, the one you have now, live it to the fullest, you might regret it—”

“W-What the hell were you thinking?! Why did you do that?! Do you even realise what you’ve done?!” He clutched his head. “This isn’t just a forbidden love, Eron. He’s the Dark Lord. You’ve been—” he gestured wildly, “—sleeping with the apocalypse!” “Do not call him that!” Eron snapped. “He is not the apocalypse. He is my lover and if time were turned back, if I could go back to the day I first met him, I would do it all over again. I regret nothing!” “Eron!”

It is time to go. “All the things I’ve have said and not a single word. Are you that hurt, Eros West?” Vanessa smirks wickedly. I shrug, standing up. Hurt? Yes because I have a headache. By her words? No. At first I was offended seeing as she wasn’t interested in me the slightest bit but now, I feel light. Its as if a burden was lifted off from my shoulders. “Have fun controlling your dumb boyfriend. But be careful, you might become dumb overtime. Or already is.” I chuckle, nearly tripping on nothing when the guard rushes to me. “He who looks into the abyss, let him be careful lest he becomes dark..” I lean into the guard for support as he prepares to guide me out of the cafe.

Balthazar shook his head, his mind still working out what he saw. "What?" I asked. "There was something else. The book just kept repeating a verse over and over again." "What was it?" "Something the shadows whispered right before Nesrin had released Dela. 'One shall rise, one shall fall. In a fight of fire and ice, a phoenix will be reborn.' It said it over and over again," I furrowed my brow. "You never mentioned it before." Balthazar shook his head. "It wasn't me they spoke to. It was Balor, and I thought it came true when your mother died, so we never talked about it."

As they moved through the entrance hall, Magnus tracked the god's responses to the estate the way his attention moved across the walls, the grounds visible through the hall windows, the wolves they passed who fell into an instinctive silence in his wake. At the library door, Eros paused. "Before we begin," he said. Magnus turned. "I want to say something outside the formal record," Eros said. He looked at Magnus with those impossibly deep eyes, and the look had the quality of something genuine underneath its diplomatic surface, the specific quality of a being who had been sent to do something and had, separately, a personal relationship to the task. "What you have built here is real. I want

> Then you already know what comes next. --- The Stranger by the Fire When Liora was twelve, a traveler came to the village. He was old, dressed in worn robes, eyes sharp with knowledge. He called himself Eron of the Flame. He stayed for several days, teaching the children old songs of the Flow, songs no one had sung for centuries. But one night, he sat by the fire with Liora’s mother and said, “Your daughter carries something ancient. Something the world is not ready to lose again.”

“One cannot help a stray dog win a pageant. One can only hope the dog doesn’t bite the judges before the coronation. Tell me, dear, do you even speak the High Tongue, or do you simply growl and cast little spells when you find yourself frustrated by your own inadequacy?” My pulse hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumming that demanded release. And soon. “I speak well enough to know when I’m being insulted by someone who mistakes a shiny title for a soul.” Eric’s lips curled into a mirthless smile. He moved behind me, flanking me like a vulture circling fresh carrion.