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A dragon without its rider is a tragedy. A rider without their dragon is dead.
Decide, Violet. Are you going to die a scribe? Or live as a rider?”
“I’m not going to die today.”
the first rule of living at Basgiath is never question a dragon. They tend to cremate anyone they find rude.
“Stay the hell away from Xaden Riorson.”
“Don’t die, Violet. I’d hate to be an only child.”
“Plus, I’ve heard that riders are allowed to marry sooner than the other quadrants,” Dylan adds. “True. Right after graduation.” If we survive. “I think it has something to do with wanting to continue bloodlines.” Most successful riders are legacies.
His eyes are the shade of gold-flecked onyx.
He’s the most exquisite man I’ve ever seen.
I will not die today.
I will not die today.
He takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger, turning my face left and right for his inspection.
“You’ve seen me in swimwear, tunics, and even ballgowns. Are you telling me it’s the leather that does it for you?”
I have exactly two shades when it comes to the sun, pale and burned.
You want a dragon? Earn one.”
General Lilith Sorrengail
“Without accurate depictions of our front lines, reliable information with which to make strategic decisions, and—most importantly—veracious details to document our history for the good of future generations, we’re doomed, not only as a kingdom but as a society.”
“You bitch,” she seethes. “Your mother murdered my family.”
For menders are rare, and the wounded are not.
“You learn what they teach you,” Xaden says to the first-year, his voice taking a hard edge. “Keep what you know but recite whatever they tell you to.”
“Fascinating. You look all frail and breakable, but you’re really a violent little thing, aren’t you?”
He looks at me like he’s trying to see through me, and ice prickles my scalp.
Attacks at the eastern borders are increasing, according to every Battle Brief, and yet there are fewer dragons willing to bond in order to defend Navarre.
The image changes to Sgaeyl, the navy-blue dragon bonded to Xaden. My stomach pitches as I remember the way she looked right through me that first day.
But since we have him up here, what can you tell me about black dragons?” “They’re the smartest and most discerning,” Aurelie calls out. “They’re the rarest,” I add in. “There hasn’t been one born in the last…century.”
“Going for blood today, are we, Violence?”
My scalp prickles
I lean in just a little, like I can siphon off some of his strength.
“The right way isn’t the only way. Figure it out.”
He who does not burn for Malek will be burned by Malek.
I seriously asked him one time if Mom was going to turn into a venin because she could channel.” Rhiannon chuckles as we walk by a set of glaring reds. “Did he tell you people supposedly only turn into venin if they channel directly from the source?” “He did, but it was after my mom had a really long night while we were stationed near the eastern border, and her eyes were bloodshot red, so I freaked out and started shrieking.”
I will not die today.
“I know exactly who and what you are, Violet Sorrengail.”
“You are the smartest of your year. The most cunning.” I gulp at the compliment, brushing it off. I was trained as a scribe, not a rider. “You defended the smallest with ferocity. And strength of courage is more important than physical strength. Since you apparently need to know before we land.”
“Nothing about who dragons choose is up to humans,” Kaori assures me. “We only like to maintain the illusion that we’re in control. Something tells me they’ve just been waiting for the others to make it back before they meet.”
My scalp prickles, and I glance across the field at him.
“Dragons pay no heed to your puny gods.”
