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A dragon without its rider is a tragedy. A rider without their dragon is dead.
I belong to Tairn and Andarna…and, in some really fucked-up way…Xaden.
We might be hundreds of miles from Basgiath, but I’ve never felt more at home.
“You never considered that it was you I couldn’t stay away from?”
This kind of desperation isn’t natural; it’s a wildfire that’s likely to burn us both to the ground if we let it.
There’s nowhere in existence you could go that I wouldn’t find you, Violence.”
You can’t make me fall for you and then die. None of this is worth it without you.”
I would rather lose this entire war than live without you, and if that means I have to prove myself over and over, then I’ll do it. You gave me your heart, and I’m keeping it.” She already owns mine, even if she doesn’t realize it.