Heir of Fire (Throne of Glass, #3)

by Sarah J. Maas

“Let’s go.” Abraxos lifted his massive head as if to say, We just got here. She pointed to the eastern edge. “Flying. Now.” He huffed, curling his back to her, the leather saddle gleaming. “Oh, I don’t think so,” she snapped, stalking around to get in his face. She pointed to the edge again. “We’re flying, you rutting coward.” He tucked his head toward his belly, his tail wrapping around him. He was pretending he couldn’t hear her. She knew it might cost her life, but she gripped his nostrils—hard enough to make his eyes fly open. “Your wings are functional. The humans said they were. So you can fly, and you are going to fly, because I say so. I’ve been fetching your useless carcass mountain goats by the herd, and if you humiliate me, I’ll use your hide for a new leather coat.” She rustled her torn and stained crimson cloak. “This is ruined, thanks to your goats.” He shifted his head away, and she let go—because it was either let go or be tossed into the air. He set down his head and closed his eyes.