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A dragon without its rider is a tragedy. A rider without their dragon is dead.
The weak don’t survive here, especially not in the Riders Quadrant. The dragons make sure of that.
Mom braces her hands on the immaculate
surface of her desk and leans in slightly as she stands, looking us over with narrowed, appraising eyes that mirror the dragons’ carved into the furniture’s massive legs. I don’t need the prohibited power of mind reading to know exactly what she sees.
It’s not the first time I’ve heard her curse the sickness that nearly killed her while she was pregnant with me
“Mira, Violet deals with more pain before lunch than you do in an entire week. If any of my children is capable of surviving the Riders Quadrant, it’s her.”
Dad did, too. His chest pains started right after Brennan’s death.
“You’re General Sorrengail’s youngest.” His voice is deep and accusatory.
“Your father killed my older brother. Seems like we’re even.” “Hardly.”
“Violet Sorrengail,” I answer as thunder cracks above me,
Blue dragons descend from the extraordinary Gormfaileas line. Known for their formidable size, they are the most ruthless, especially in the case of the rare Blue Daggertail, whose knifelike spikes at the tip of their tail can disembowel an enemy with one flick.
The navy dragon seems to tilt its head at me, as if its narrowed golden eyes can see straight through me to the fear fisting my stomach and the doubt curled insidiously around my heart. I bet it can even see the wrap binding my knee. It knows I’m at a disadvantage, that I’m too small to climb its foreleg and mount, too frail to ride. Dragons
The dragon blinks, which might be a sign of approval, or boredom, and looks away.
“You going to prance or are you going to strike?”
Beautiful. Fucking. Asshole.
“He did, but it was after my mom had a really long night while we were stationed near the eastern border, and her eyes were bloodshot red, so I freaked out and started shrieking.” I can’t help but smile at the memory. “She took my book of fables away for a month because the outpost guards all came running,
“Step aside, Silver One,” a deep, gruff, definitely male voice orders.
So much for privacy. “You’ll never be alone again.”

