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A dragon without its rider is a tragedy. A rider without their dragon is dead.
Iconic
He’s tall, with windblown black hair and dark brows. The line of his jaw is strong and covered by warm tawny skin and dark stubble, and when he folds his arms across his torso, the muscles in his chest and arms ripple, moving in a way that makes me swallow. And his eyes… His eyes are the shade of gold-flecked onyx. The contrast is startling, jaw-dropping even—everything about him is. His features are so harsh that they look carved, and yet they’re astonishingly perfect, like an artist worked a lifetime sculpting him, and at least a year of that was spent on his mouth. He’s the most exquisite
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hello xaddy
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.”
“Step aside, Silver One,” a deep, gruff, definitely male voice orders.
“You’re making us look bad. Stop it.”
hehe
“Now get in the seat and actually hold on this time, or no one is going to believe that I’ve actually chosen you,” he growls.
shut up sit down and strap in
“We’re going to have to put on a show.” “Awesome.” The idea is anything but. “You will not fall. I will not allow it.” The bands around my legs extend to my hands, and I feel the pulse of invisible energy. “You will trust me.”
“Because you saved her.”
my heart <3
“Andarnaurram.” The sweet, high voice of the golden fills my mind. “Andarna for short.” I feel the blood rush from my face, and the edges of my vision sway as I pivot on my good ankle, staring back across the field at where the golden dragon—Andarna—now stands between Tairn’s front legs. “Excuse me?” “Violet, are you all right?” the redhead asks, and everyone around me, above me, leans in. “Tell her,” the golden insists. “Tairn. What am I supposed to—” I think at him. “Tell the roll-keeper her name,” Tairn echoes. “Violet?” the roll-keeper repeats. “Do you need a mender?” I turn back to the
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I’m finally not only good at something, but astonishing.
“You can do that?” Dain begrudgingly looks at Xaden. “Are you seriously asking?” Xaden retorts. “Just wasn’t sure you could cover an area that—” Xaden lifts a hand a few inches above the table, and shadows pour from underneath our seats, filling the room and turning it dark as midnight in a blink. My heart jumps as my sight goes black. “Relax. It’s just me.” A ghost of a touch skims my cheek.
oh me oh my
“No, it’s a collar,” Tairn snips, snapping his teeth together.
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