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Dragons don’t bond fragile women. They incinerate them.
Your mind already knows the answer, so just calm down and let it remember.
Just thinking that I’m supposed to ride one of these is fucking ludicrous.
“I’m happy to step in.” That voice. That tone. That prickle of ice along my scalp…
“Absolutely.” My stomach hits the floor. And Xaden walks onto the mat.
He comes out on top. Of course he does.
Beautiful. Fucking. Asshole.
Coming in last is better than coming in dead.
It won’t be me. But why? Because I’ll conquer it? Or because I’ll give in to Dain’s request and hide in the Scribe Quadrant?
“Killing you wouldn’t be any trouble, Violence. It’s leaving you alive that seems to cause the majority of my trouble.”
Hope is a fickle, dangerous thing. It steals your focus and aims it toward the possibilities instead of keeping it where it belongs—on the probabilities.”
And while I might not survive if I stay, I’m not sure I can live with myself if I leave.
“Hell yes!” Ridoc yells, hooting from the top. “That’s our girl!”
No wonder she and Dain are so close—they’re both in love with the Codex.
“I think it’s impossible to know everything there is to know about someone.”
Was everyone’s dragon a curmudgeon? Or just mine?
“And honestly, being hunted by forty-one people is a lot less intimidating than constantly watching dark corners for you.”
“Oh, are we telling dick jokes now?” Ridoc asks from Liam’s side. “Because my entire life has led up to this very moment.”
“I am annoyingly aware of everything you do.”
It’s simply…there, prowling through my veins, saturating every cell in my body. It is everything I am and everything I can be all at once.
“You are astonishing.”
“I’m not dignifying that demand with a response.” “Andarna is my favorite.”
“Don’t do what? Tell you I can’t get you out of my head? Or speak directly into yours?”
They’re tools for good in the world. And what the hell am I, Xaden? I’m a fucking weapon.”
You get to be angry that you killed a man today. You get to be angry that man tried to kill your friend. You get to feel however you want within these walls.”
“Don’t you prefer a little brain with your brawn?” Ridoc slides right in, Sawyer at his side.
Lies are comforting. Truth is painful.”
Either way, the patient will die, but at least this way you would have learned something.
Three never-ending days I’ve spent in this armchair, walking a knife’s edge between sanity and madness, studying every rise and fall of her chest just to be sure she’s still breathing.
Brilliant. Fucking. Woman.
You gave me your heart, and I’m keeping it.”

