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?”

“What?” I gawk after him. “You’re my wingleader!”

“You defended the smallest with ferocity. And strength of courage is more important than physical strength. Since you apparently need to know before we land.”

“Well-the-fuck-aware,”

“Stop objectifying our wingleader,”

“Have you always been this tall?” I blurt the first thing that comes to mind. “No. I was a child at some point.”

“Chocolate cake. Stop being weird.”

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

“Should I get the wingleader?”

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