Christopher Paolini
Christopher Paolini
Christopher James Paolini is an American author. He is best known as the author of the Inheritance Cycle, which consists of the books Eragon, Eldest, Brisingr and Inheritance. He currently lives in Paradise Valley, Montana, where he wrote his first book...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth17 November 1983
CityLos Angeles, CA
CountryUnited States of America
heart my-heart eragon
My heart died a while back. [Eragon]
believe affection shame
I believe, Eragon, that you are full of love and that you are looking for one who will reciprocate your affection. No shame exists in that.
uncles heart rebuilding
They asked him for help rebuilding the farm, but e only shook his head with a pang of longing in his heart. I'm tracking your killers",he whispered to his uncle.-Eragon
purpose done want
The purpose of life is not to do what we want but what needs to be done.
simple choices noise
For her, choices were simple; either there was an action she could take to improve the situation, in which case she took it, or there was not, and everything else said on the subject was so much meaningless noise.
attitude laughing enemy
Ah, pay no heed if your enemies laugh. They'll not be able to once you lop off their heads.
kissing trying legs
If he fancied her anymore," Saphira said to both Eragon and Roran, "I'd be trying to kiss Arya myself." "Saphira!" Mortified, Eragon swatted her on the leg.
sweet thinking meals
What a sweet and succulent morsel: so soft, so salty, so deliciously delectable, it makes me want to wiggle with delight. You should cook for me more often, Roran Stronghammer. Only next time, I think you should prepare several deer at once. Otherwise, I won't get a proper meal.' Roran hesitated, as if unable to decide whether her request was serious and, if so, how he could politely extricate himself froim such an unlooked -for and rather onerous obligation.
family aliens eldest
Those whom we most love are often the most alien to us.
blood roots tree
Root of a tree, fruit of a vine, let me pass by this blood of mine.
dream illusion eragon
It's overwhelming. I feel as if I am living in an illusion a dream where all things are possible. Amazing things do happen I know but always to someone else always in some far off place and time.
quiet donkey
...even the donkeys were quiet.
taken son thinking
She gave him a wan smile. "And then you came, Eragon. You and Saphira. After hope had deserted me and I was about to be taken to Galbatorix in Uru'baen, a Rider appeared to rescue me. A rider and a dragon!" "And Morzan's son," he said. "Both of Morzan's sons." "Describe it how you will, it was such an improbable rescue, I occasionally think that I did go mad and that I've imagined everything since.
hair skins together
Engaged in a fiery dance, their bodies were linked and seperated by the flashing blades. At times they nearly touched, taut skin only a hair's breadth away, but then momentum would whirl them apart, and they would withdraw for a second, only to join again. Their sinuous forms wove together like twisting ropes of windblown smoke.