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To the ones who don’t run with the popular crowd, the ones who get caught reading under their desks, the ones who feel like they never get invited, included, or represented. Get your leathers. We have dragons to ride.
Securing Basgiath and the wards has come at great cost, including General Sorrengail’s life. Strategy must adjust. It is in the realm’s best interest to ally with Poromiel, even temporarily.
“Dragons do not answer to the laws of humans,”
shadows explode around us, immediately devouring every speck of light in a sea of endless black I instantly recognize as home.
“Tell me something, Violence.”
“Why is it always you?”
“Telling me you’re capable of horrible things while still loving me is pretty much your idea of foreplay.”
Everyone wants wisdom but needs luck.
“Now tell me, which chose you first? The one who gifted you the power of the sky? Or the irid?”
You might be angry when you realize I didn’t wake you to say goodbye. But it’s only because I no longer fully trust my ability to walk away. —Recovered Correspondence of His Grace, Lieutenant Xaden Riorson, Sixteenth Duke of Tyrrendor, to Cadet Violet Sorrengail
remember what I taught you about history: it is simply a collection of stories, each influenced by those that happened before and steering the ones to come.
The Dark Side of Magic, Red Regalia, The Scourge of our Times, and the nightmare-inducing A Study in the Anatomy of the Enemy, none of which brings me the answers I need for Xaden.
I shake my head. “Deverelli don’t worship gods.” “It’s why we’re considered the most neutral of the isles. Perfect for trade.” Narelle shrugs. “What you call gods, we call science. What you call fate, we call coincidence. What you call the divine intervention of love, we call…” She flourishes her hand. “Alchemy. Two substances combined to make something entirely new,
