Summary
"The folly of Man, and those similar to us, is thinking that Nature is in our control and not the other way around." Brom spoke with a haunted look in his eyes. Eragon glanced at Saphira warily. "What makes you say that?" the boy asked. Brom looked up, the fire casting shade to his face, and smirked grimly at the boy. "Because it has an order, and He is the overseer of that order."