“Then, as they stood there, struggling back and forth without avail, Eragon said in a low fierce voice, "I… see… you."
A bright spark appeared in Arya's eyes, then vanished just as quickly.”

— Christopher Paolini , book Inheritance

Source: Inheritance

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