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gold-flecked onyx.
Knowing I am in direct disagreement with General Melgren’s orders, I am officially objecting to the plan set forth in today’s briefing. 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 watch their parent put to death. —The Tyrrish Rebellion, an official brief for King Tauri by General Lilith Sorrengail
Wait how did I never notice that her mom is saying she didn’t agree with the kids watching. 🤯
“Keep what you know but recite whatever they tell you to.”
His gaze locks onto the length of my braid where it falls over my shoulder, and I could swear he stops breathing for a heartbeat before he slides the remaining dagger into one of the sheaths at my ribs.
“They choose for reasons they don’t see fit to share with us.” He pushes off his desk. “And not all strength is physical, Violet.”
onyx eyes,
“He’s holding you back.
“Killing you wouldn’t be any trouble, Violence. It’s leaving you alive that seems to cause the majority of my trouble.”
swear I feel a caress along the side of my wounded cheek.
“Kind of like dragons but bigger, with two feet instead of four, a mane of razor-sharp feathers streaking down their necks, and a taste for humans. Unlike dragons, who think we’re a little gamey.”
“And I seriously asked him one time if Mom was going to turn into a venin because she could channel.”
her eyes were bloodshot red,
Hmmm. Could the theory be true that perhaps she turned venin and the dad was trying to find a cure 🤔🤔
never came across anything like The Fables of the Barren on
But wyvern or the venin that create them? None. Bizarre.
Your mother has never understood that while riders may be the weapons of our kingdom, it’s the scribes who have all the real power in this world.”
didn’t realize I’d said that out loud.”
Xaden Riorson is kneeling before me, his black hair at the perfect level for me to run my fingers through the thickness.
“Feathertails shouldn’t bond because they can accidentally gift their powers to humans,” Andarna continues. “Dragons can’t channel—not really—until we’re big, but we’re all born with something special.”
“And now we can stop it.”
intends to do has me stumbling backward. How have I forgotten that his signet allows him to see others’ memories?
Dain’s eyes are narrowed on me, but I must be reading his face wrong. Surely that’s not betrayal pursing his lips.
“I am annoyingly aware of everything you do.”
His sadistic grin and a red rim around his eyes are all I can see as he forces more and more power into my body,
know exactly where his notes are—in the one location he spent the majority of his after-hours time. But there’s something about Tairn’s warning that makes me simply unable to tell them.
Like, I could have sworn I saw a riot of dragons across the border during this attack.”
It reflects who you are at the core of your being.
It looks
considerably smaller than the one he arrived with,
I am the sky and the power of every storm that has ever been. I am infinite.
“I thought so, but I wasn’t sure until I saw you take that tower down.”
“Should I get the wingleader?”
There’s nowhere in existence you could go that I wouldn’t find you, Violence.”
Another talks about the dangers of wielding power from the ground instead of the skies, as one
don’t deserve you.” His arm curls around my hips and he tugs me closer. “But I’m going to keep you all the same.”
I’m not going to survive this. I’m going to die right here in this bed.
My heart pounds so hard, it sounds like wingbeats in my ears.
The truth rarely needs effort,
It only takes one desperate generation to change history—even erase it.
Trust me, you wouldn’t.”
could have sworn I saw a riot of dragons across the border. Isn’t that what Mira said at Montserrat?
rivers of red veins fanning in every direction around soulless eyes consumed by magic.
her eyes are the same eerie red color as the venin on the clock tower.
“Dragons can speak to gryphons?” My eyebrows shoot up. “Naturally. How do you think we communicated before humans got involved?”
But apparently when a venin dies, so do the wyvern they created.
“Didn’t you hear what the venin said? I can command the sky to surrender all its power,
