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“Saphira: The worth is in the act. Your worth halts when you surrender the will to change and experience life. But options are before you; choose one and dedicate yourself to it. The deeds will give you new hope and purpose. Eragon: But what can I do? Saphira: The only true guide is your heart. Nothing less than its supreme desire can help you.”

Quote by Christopher Paolini

Book:Eragon
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Eragon

Eragon is a fantasy novel that tells the story of a young boy named Eragon, who finds a mysterious dragon egg in the forest. As he hatches the egg, Eragon becomes the rider of the dragon, Saphira. The novel follows Eragon's adventures as he grows into his new role and learns about the complex world of magic and politics that surrounds him. more

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Christopher Paolini
Christopher Paolini

Christopher Paolini is an American author who gained fame with his fantasy novel series, 'The Inheritance Cycle'. Born on November 17, 1983, he began his writing career in his teenage years and quickly gained a wide readership. more

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