Fourth Wing (The Empyrean, #1)

by Rebecca Yarros

“Where are we? And don’t you dare lie to me,” she says. “Not again.” Not again. “You remember.” “I remember.” “Thank gods,” I murmur, shoving my hand into my hair. It’s a good thing, proving that she’s truly healed, but…fuck. “Where. Are. We?” She bites out every word, her eyes narrowing on me. “Say it.” “The way you’re looking at me says you already know.” There’s no way this brilliant woman doesn’t recognize that temple. “This looks like Aretia.” She gestures to the window. “There’s only one temple with those particular columns. I’ve seen the drawings.” “Yes.” Brilliant. Fucking. Woman. “Aretia was burned to the ground. I’ve seen those drawings, too, the ones the scribes brought back for the public notices. My mother told me she saw the embers with her own eyes, so where are we?”