“The sea is emotion incarnate. It loves, hates, and weeps. It defies all attempts to capture it with words and rejects all shackles.”
― Christopher Paolini,
"It’s my own name I’m afraid of forgetting."
"Your true name is written here," she said tapping his chest.
"Tattooed on your heart. You don’t let just anyone read it.”
He shifted, uncomfortable. “I know.”"I want you to know my name," he said. "The name I was given, not the title I took for myself. Will you have it, Alina?""Yes," I breathed.After a long moment, he said, "Aleksander."