Fourth Wing (The Empyrean, #1)

by Rebecca Yarros

“This might sound harsh, but don’t seek friendships in there, Violet. Forge alliances.”

Don’t borrow tomorrow’s trouble.

It is not this general’s opinion that the children of the rebellion’s leaders should be forced to witness their parents’ executions. No child should

TEA!

onyx eyes,

Orange dragons, coming in various shades of apricot to carrot, are the most—I throw myself to the next rail—unpredictable of dragonkind and therefore always a risk.

Orange cats too lol

“What changed between Parapet and now?” Dain asks again, a wealth of emotions in his eyes that I can’t begin to interpret. Well, except the fear. That doesn’t need any interpretation. “Me.”

Someone so focused on the least I’m capable of doing, he can’t believe I can do so much more?”

Not that I wouldn’t climb the man like a tree if presented with the right set of circumstances.

“Sympathy” isn’t a word found in our quadrant.

Sympathy is a knife - Charli XCX

“Don’t you have better things to do with your day than listen in on my self-loathing?” “Not particularly. Now pay attention.”

Clearly, she sees what I do, what nearly every other woman—and several of the men—are happily watching.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Violet,” Dain mutters.

stop being a little fkn b

Away. I have to get away from everyone until Tairn finishes…whatever he and Sgaeyl are doing.

wait if tairn's lust is channeling thru violet then how is xaden feelin rn

He reaches up to cup my cheek,

did this mf just steal her memory slyly?

only leaving entrances for Tairn’s torrent of power, Andarna, and access to Xaden,

plus xaden in this time? priorities babe.

And I can’t help but wonder if somewhere, on some plane of existence, Malek sits on his throne, angry that I stole a soul from his grasp. But then again, I gave him Jack’s. Of course, it might have broken mine forever.

“So then why are you here, Xaden?” “Because I can’t seem to stay away.”

Ironically, your bed is the only thing we didn’t wreck.”

Finding a jar on my nightstand with a handful of spring violets? My heart swells. I’m in so much fucking trouble.

“Yes, but that’s how he always touches me. He would n-never…”

I FKN CALLED IT

“We’re riders,” Imogen says as another explosion sounds. “We defend the defenseless. That’s what we do.”

“We watched as our parents were executed because they had the courage to do the right thing. I’d like to think my death would be just as honorable.”

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Seconds later, his soundless, soul-rending scream fills my head with such force that my heart shatters like glass against a stone floor.