Eldest Quotes

“He stole another dragon—whom he named Shruikan and forced to serve him through certain black spells—and gathered around himself a group of thirteen traitors: the Forsworn. With the help of those cruel disciples, Galbatorix threw down the Riders; killed their leader, Vrael; and declared himself king over Alagaësia. In this, Galbatorix was only partly successful, for the elves and dwarves remain autonomous in their secret haunts, and some humans have established an independent country, Surda, in the south of Alagaësia. A stalemate has existed between these factions for twenty years, preceded by eighty years of open conflict brought about by the destruction of the Riders.”
― Christopher Paolini, Eldest

“long journey and that he should”
― Christopher Paolini, Eldest

“Bring honor to your clan,” said the dwarf.”
― Christopher Paolini, Eldest

“farewell”
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“those”
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“The Cripple Who Is Whole,” murmured”
― Christopher Paolini, Eldest

“The power escapes me,”
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“voice.”
― Christopher Paolini, Eldest

“You”
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“good.”
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“True enough.”
― Christopher Paolini, Eldest

“Ten minutes”
― Christopher Paolini, Eldest

“conversation”
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“insult.”
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“deathly”
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“wing.”
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“king”
― Christopher Paolini, Eldest

“Glaedr crouched low to the ground, and Oromis nimbly climbed up his leg and into the saddle on his back. “Come, Eragon and Saphira. We have much to talk about.” The gold dragon leaped off the cliff and circled overhead, rising on an updraft.”
― Christopher Paolini, Eldest

“Eragon!”
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“Morzan,”
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“magic”
― Christopher Paolini, Eldest

“The soldiers cringed”
― Christopher Paolini, Eldest

“exhausted”
― Christopher Paolini, Eldest

“Once on the hilltop, Roran halted and crossed his arms. Before him lay the remains of his childhood home. A corner of the house still stood—crumbling and charred—but the rest had been flattened and was already covered with grass and weeds. Nothing could be seen of the barn. The few acres they had managed to cultivate each year were now filled with dandelions, wild mustard, and more grass. Here and there, stray beets or turnips had survived, but that was all. Just beyond the farm, a thick belt of trees obscured the Anora River.”
― Christopher Paolini, Eldest

“pushed back his chair. “No,” said Horst roughly. “This is a task I can only do with Albriech and Baldor. That forge has been my entire life, and theirs.… You wouldn’t be much help with that arm of yours anyway. Stay here. Elain can use you.” After the smith left, Roran opened the side door and”
― Christopher Paolini, Eldest

“thousand”
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“liquid”
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“I”
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“wonder, she said, how you are supposed to stay warm when the rooms are open to the elements? I don’t know. Eragon examined the walls on either side of the breach, running his hands over abstract patterns that had been coaxed from the tree by the elves’ songs. He stopped when he felt a vertical ridge embedded in”
― Christopher Paolini, Eldest

“elements?”
― Christopher Paolini, Eldest