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A dragon without its rider is a tragedy. A rider without their dragon is dead.
you’re really a violent little thing, aren’t you?”
“I think I just shat myself,”
Not that I wouldn’t climb the man like a tree if presented with the right set of circumstances.
“Oh, are we telling dick jokes now?” Ridoc asks from Liam’s side. “Because my entire life has led up to this very moment.”
The pain in his eyes is the kind that never dies, the kind that rises like an unpredictable tide and floods the shoreline without mercy.
I love you. Don’t die. I’d hate to be an only child.”
“Quit telling Sgaeyl about my sleep habits,” I grumble at Tairn. “I’m not dignifying that demand with a response.” “Andarna is my favorite.” Tairn snorts.
“Tairn?” It’s not just me going to war. “We will feast on their bones, Silver One.” Graphic, but point made.
You just have to decide to live,
Sleep. That’s what I want. Cool, blissful, empty sleep.
“Live up to your nickname and fight this, Violence,”
