Uncrowned (Cradle, #7)

by Will Wight

Northstrider's golden eyes flicked between them before settling on Lindon. “Your opponent asked for his last words to be delivered to you.” Lindon felt a pang in his heart. Last words. So Naian had expected what happened to him. “He said, ‘The dragon advances.’”

She wants you to see her full power, and she wants you to trust her to handle yours. She wants to see the real Lindon, not…is it too much to call you a cringing wreck? That sounds like too much.

Finally, Lindon had shown up to the fight.

Pride's jaw tightened, but after a moment he let out a breath. “Fine. Maybe he is good enough for you.” “I told you!” she said excitedly. “I said they were...wait, what did you say?”

Little Blue. Lindon looked in confusion as the six-inch Riverseed charged him on her tiny legs. “What’s going on?” Little Blue pulled out a knife.