Fourth Wing (The Empyrean, #1)

by Rebecca Yarros

power ink pens instead of using those inconv...

this is an extremely funny use of magic

Every rider can do lesser magic once their dragon begins channeling power to them,

Why is this being told to me again, I swear I didn't forget

impossibly dark eyes, like he’s deciding where I’m most vulnerable.

he's working out how he wants to kill me but I can't help but notice his dark sexy gaze

“The Eastern Wing experienced an attack last night near the village of Chakir by a drift of Braevi gryphons and riders.” Oh shit.

The whiplash from the fantasy names to "oh shit" hehehehehe

Without those wards, we’re fucked.

so funny in a fantasy book

Those greedy assholes

No for real why is this the voice chosen for this high fantasy book about dragons

“You seriously knew every answer in history and apparently every right question to ask in Battle Brief,”

Obviously, because she's The Special

just enjoying the view…respectfully, of course,

Freak

Thank God Dain’s shirt is on, because I don’t need another distraction when it’s time for my turn.

No but why is that SO distracting why are you so horny

breakable as a porcelain teacup,

she's just so fragile and smol, gosh it's so hard being so wittle and dewicate

freckles.

wonder how many more times if will be mentioned that he has freckles

pale green eyes.

come on

should dye your hair

Do they have hair dye? in the Dragon ages?

“Never said I cared if everyone knows who my mother is.”

aww. I never shopped at walmart. i don't know what they sell there. but you seem like.. a walmart expert. I bet you shop there, don't you

Marked ones,

this feels...... like a slur

blame my mother for the execution of their parents.

Well..... I mean..... isn't she... responsible???

My hand screams with pain even though I’m sure I formed the fist right,

you people can't do anything send tweet

“Mine.”

Bars

“Helen, this is Violet Sorrengail, and if Nolon finds out she was here and you didn’t call him, well…that’s on you,”

She's... The Special. for some reason.

so it’s obviously been a few minutes.

if you acknowledge that it's obvious, why is this line here? why not cut it? why do you think your readers are idiots incapable of inferring things???

mender

Mender? I hardly know her

“If. The others. See I need. Mending. Allthetime, they’ll. Think. I’m weak.”

Because. you. are. youkeep. saying. that . you. are. and. then get. upset. whem. other. people. notice.

When you’re as brittle as I was born, the pain of mending is only second to the pain of the original injury.

I getitttttt booooooo hoooooooo poor you

dark-haired, curvy girl

Gotta make sure we know every character is hot

knot in my throat

Why does she have a knot in her throat every other page, can we please be more creative

In addition to last year’s changes, marked ones assembling in groups of three or more will now be considered an act of seditious conspiracy and is hereby a capital offense.

that's fucked

Oh shit.

Aawwww shit, dawg

They’re committing a capital offense

What, are you a cop? a narc?

Or maybe marked ones are plotting to burn Basgiath to the ground and finish what their parents started.

See this feels racist

Telling Dain is the right thing to do, but I can’t even hear what they’re saying.

Oh god damn she is a narc, booooooo

Damn it, I don’t want to find a single thing about Xaden Riorson admirable, and yet here he is, being all annoyingly admirable.

Well gosh darn it that guy who wants me dead is a darn tootin sweetie, rats

“A guy had his neck snapped right in front of me on assessment day! I want to go home! Can you help me with that?”

see I'm on their side bc they didn't have a choice, they didn't sign up for this shit

“That was a little harsh, cousin,”

Nobody calls their cousin "cousin" like that

“What do you want me to say, Bodhi?”

And how convenient he's called out by name which almost never happens in real conversation

“Damn, Xaden.”

Zamn, xaden, you crayzee

bards

Bards? they talk like modern 17 year old Americans and they got bards?

fable

This isn't the kind of fable your mommy read you ate bedtime, Bodhi

“So if you won’t get your shit together and fight to live, then no. You’re not going to make it.”

Cool guy Mic drop

It hits me then—other than being gathered in a group of more than three, there’s nothing wrong with what they’re doing here. There’s no plot, no coup, no danger.

Breaking news: white woman discovers that a group if minorities together isn't always some kind of gang activity or plot of violence

He’ll…handle me? My muscles thaw with the heat of indignation. I’m not some inconvenience to be handled.

Girl did you think because you decided he was cool that he was suddenly not plotting to kill you?? and you're more upset about the words he used than the fact he wants to kill you???????

Am I seriously watching them debate over whether I should be punished for being Lilith Sorrengail’s daughter?

I mean, you debated over whether they should be punished for congregating in a group greater than 3

“Let me guess, you could smell my perfume. Isn’t that what always gives the heroine away in books?”

This is a weird self-complimentary thing to say

I hate how beautiful he is,

Why is this what you're thinking about

He reaches under my own cloak and slides one blade into the sheath at my thigh,

Fucking freaakksss

This is…this is…bizarre. It has to be some kind of game meant to confuse me, right? And if so, he’s playing it really fucking well.

Can't let the audience think for themsselves, can't have that. go ahead, pat urself on the back, yarros

He’s an illusionist and the only professor in the quadrant with the signet ability to project what he sees in his mind,

They made his power slide show projector man aw

and yet, here I am, getting all attracted.

So quirky

“He always that overprotective?”

overprotective is crazy when the point of this is to kill each other

“I know how it works.” My jaw clenches. “Yeah, well, while the riders are watching, the first-years are taking out their vendettas and eliminating any…liabilities to the wing.” “I’m not a damned liability.” My chest tightens again, because deep down I know, on the physical level, that I am. “Not to me,” he whispers, a hand rising to cradle my cheek. “But they don’t know you the way I do, Vi. And while the first-years like Barlowe and Seifert are hunting you, we’ll have to watch. I’ll have to watch, Violet.” The break in his voice takes the anger right out of me. “We are not allowed to help you. To save you.” “Dain—” “And when they gather the bodies for the roll, no one’s going to document how that cadet died. You’re just as likely to fall under Barlowe’s knife as a dragon’s talon.”

I thought we like.... already knew this

“Please. If you won’t do it for yourself, then do it for me.”

oh brother, this line again. didn't work the first time, buddy, not gonna work now