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Stone doesn’t burn. That’s what Xaden told me. The city—now reduced to a town—has been silently, covertly rebuilding for years right under General Melgren’s nose.
is the valley above Riorson House, heated by natural thermal energy, that is its greatest asset. For there lie the original hatching grounds of the Dubhmadinn Line, from which two of the greatest dragons of our time—Codagh and Tairn—descend.
“So the fables are all true. Venin coming out of the Barrens, sucking the land dry of magic, moving city to city.”
We know they have at least two breeds, one that produces blue fire and a faster one that breathes green
fire.”
They said wyvern are created by venin. They channel power into wyvern. I think that’s why riderless ones died when I killed their dark wielders. Their source of power was gone.”
erasing the existence of venin from common education and knowledge, all because we aren’t willing to risk our own safety by providing the one material that can kill dark wielders—the same alloy that powers the farthest reaches of our wards.
“The Sage.” I shudder, wrapping my arms around my middle. “That’s what the one who stabbed me called him. I think he was her teacher.”
“But the art of creating new wards is a lost magic, anyway, so it’s basically a glorified statue.
What we need is that godsdamned luminary that intensifies dragonfire hot enough to smelt alloy into the only weapons capable of defeating venin.
“Because you didn’t fall for an ordinary rider. You fell for the leader of a revolution,”
“If Solas comes near you again, he knows I will devour his human whole and let him rot within me while his heart still beats, and then I’ll take the eye I so graciously left him.”
If you can’t lie, you keep your distance.
“Violence, remember it’s only the body that’s fragile. You are unbreakable.”
“And at one point, you thought gruel was a satisfactory meal, until you grew some teeth and found the rest of the world’s food waiting. Now cease this line of thinking. It does not serve to make you stronger.”
“You’re an inntinnsic,”
“I’m a type of inntinnsic,”
“I can read intentions. Maybe I would know what to call it if they didn’t kill everyone with even a hint of the signet.”
“Less than a minute,” Xaden whispers as Sgaeyl moves toward him—toward us. “That’s how long it took for you to fall out of love with me.”
The day Augustine Melgren manifested his signet changed warfare for the kingdom of Navarre forever.
The breath of life of the six and the one combined and set the stone ablaze in an iron flame.
“But I have always lacked a certain element of self-control when it comes to you, and our bond makes it way too easy for you to send your intentions without even realizing it.”
“I could torch him if you would like,” Tairn offers. “But you do seem attached.”
“Colonel Fremont—second on the left—is a very powerful air wielder,” I tell Xaden. “He can suck the air straight out of your lungs.”
“When all three of your children stand against you, perhaps the time has come for self-reflection.
We deny your offer of peace and happily accept war, since it sounds like you won’t survive another two weeks to fight it.”
you don’t, they’ll decline over time to nothing. Your father told me once that his research showed that Warrick never wanted anyone else to hold the power of the wards. He wanted Navarre to eternally hold the upper hand. But Lyra thought the knowledge should be shared.”
“You don’t have to understand my choices. You simply have to survive. I love you enough to bear the weight of your disappointment.”
Mira draws back a polished chunk of what appears to be onyx marked with a complex rune I couldn’t even begin to replicate. And the damned thing is humming.
Oh shit. Is this why wyvern have suddenly reappeared? Did someone give the venin runes?
As if the stone has called to its partner, the carcass twenty feet away shudders, and our heads whip toward the gi...
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The combined hatching grounds at Basgiath is our generation’s greatest asset…and our greatest liability.
“You’re capable of hurting me in ways I’m not sure you’ve even begun to fathom, Violet.
I might be skilled enough to land a death blow, but you alone have the power to fucking destroy me.”
“Since right now. I just made that rule. No fighting in our bedroom.”
“We don’t keep secrets. No more ask me. No more tests to see who’s in and who’s out of this relationship. It’s full disclosure between us…”
“I need you to know that no matter what information I hold, you trust me, love me enough to realize I’d never let it hurt you. I’m not the easiest person to know, but I’ve learned my lesson, believe me. Even if it’s classified, I won’t withhold any information that affects your agency.”
“I need to know you won’t run, that you know you’ll never have to.”
“I love you,” I whisper. “You could throw my entire world into upheaval, and I would still love you. You could keep secrets, run a revolution, frustrate the shit out of me, probably ruin me, and I would still love you. I can’t make it stop. I don’t want to. You’re my gravity. Nothing in my world works without you.”
“She’s really the only one who knows?” “She’s it. She made me promise not to tell anyone. She thinks anyone who knows will have me killed—or use me as a weapon.”
the riders imbuing shiny pieces of alloy for daggers with every spare second and ounce of energy they have.
I asked him for after our battle with Solas: a strap of a bracelet to keep from losing it in combat.
We do not eat our allies. —Tairn’s personal addendum to the Book of Brennan as quoted by Cadet Violet Sorrengail
“He forced power into my body. I just didn’t recognize it for what it is.
“They’re faster than you think they are. He’s coming with a horde of greens. They all are.”
“The serum,” I tell Xaden. “He must be why they developed the signet-blocking serum.”
“But I know I can’t live without you, so trust me when I say there’s a very real, very loud part of me screaming to carry you out of here and fly for Aretia.”
“Quick,” he repeats, sliding a hand down my stomach and into my pants, “isn’t usually what you beg me for.”
“I love you. The world does not exist for me beyond you.”
I pull lightning from the sky so quickly that I no longer feel like I direct the storm. I am the storm.
