Fourth Wing (The Empyrean, #1)

by Rebecca Yarros

A dragon without its rider is a tragedy. A rider without their dragon is dead.

“Fascinating. You look all frail and breakable, but you’re really a violent little thing, aren’t you?”

“Going for blood today, are we, Violence?” he whispers. Metal hits the mat again and he kicks it past my head and out of my reach.

“I don’t know if I can watch,”

“Then close your eyes.”

“What changed between Parapet and now?”

“Me.”

“My name is Tairneanach, son of Murtcuideam and Fiaclanfuil, descended from the cunning Dubhmadinn line.”

“They’re a mated pair, Tairn and Sgaeyl. The strongest bonded pair in centuries.”

“They’re accommodations for me. I’ve seen your memories. I’m not about to have you sticking daggers into my leg to climb up. Now let’s go.”

“Never lie to me.” He says it with such ferocity, bit out through gritted teeth, that I can’t help but nod in promise.

You gave me your heart, and I’m keeping it.”

“Welcome to the revolution, Violet.”