Fourth Wing (The Empyrean, #1)

by Rebecca Yarros

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

“And not all strength is physical, Violet.”

“Going for blood today, are we, Violence?”

And while I might not survive if I stay, I’m not sure I can live with myself if I leave.

“My name is Tairneanach, son of Murtcuideam and

Fiaclanfuil, descended from the cunning Dubhmadinn line.”

I’m tethered to Xaden Riorson.

“You can ride me when the flesh rots off my bones, wingleader.”

I am the sky and the power of every storm that has ever been. I am infinite.

Tairn roars with the unmistakable sound of pride. “Lightning wielder.”

There’s nowhere in existence you could go that I wouldn’t find you, Violence.”

“Thank you, Liam. Thank you for being my shadow. Thank you for being my friend.” He blurs in my vision as the tears come faster. “It’s been. My honor.” Liam’s chest rattles as his lungs struggle.