Fourth Wing (The Empyrean, #1)

by Rebecca Yarros

Hope is a fickle, dangerous thing. It steals your focus and aims it toward the possibilities instead of keeping it where it belongs—on the probabilities.”

“She should have killed you in the field, but she’s merciful. That’s not a flaw I possess.”

Quiet little know-it-alls, acting like they can make or break someone by writing something down.” I grin. There’s more truth to that statement than most people realize.

There’s nowhere in existence you could go that I wouldn’t find you, Violence.”

“One generation to change the text. One generation chooses to teach that text. The next grows, and the lie becomes history.”