“With her jaws and talons, Saphira tore through an Urgal.”
“Miranda tore through the woods like a chupacabra chased her.”
“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.”
“Talking with her is always...'Different? suggested Saphira.'Exactly.”
“What colour was her scythe?""Sadly, I wasn't able to take the time to appreciate its subtle hues as it tore through my skin.”
“I refuse to believe this was my fate. I was not meant to be this. I was never meant to be..." The pain in his eyes tore through her. "This can't be all I was born for.”