“With her jaws and talons, Saphira tore through an Urgal.”

“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.”

“From the corner of his eye, Eragon saw Orik hewing Urgal necks with mighty blows of his ax.”

“That s the problem I ve been choosing male names. You are a she! [To Saphira, while trying to choose her name.]”

“I already have one Sheepbiter here,” said Eragon, and laid a hand on Saphira. “Why would I need another?”Angela broke out into a wide smile. “So you’re not entirely devoid of wit after all! There just might be hope for you.” And she danced off toward the keep, twirling her doublebladed staff by her side and muttering, “Fire? Bah!”A soft growl emanated from Saphira, and she said, Be careful whom you call Sheepbiter, Eragon, or you might get bitten yourself. Yes, Saphira.”

“Live the present, remember the past, and fear not the future-Saphira in Eldest”