Fourth Wing (The Empyrean, #1)

by Rebecca Yarros

I hate how beautiful he is, how lethal his abilities make him as he strides toward me, shadows curling around his footsteps.

“Going for blood today, are we, Violence?” he whispers. Metal hits the mat again and he kicks it past my head and out of my reach. He’s not taking my daggers to use against me; he’s disarming me just to prove he can. My blood boils. “My name is Violet,” I seethe. “I think my version fits you better.” He releases my wrist and stands, offering me a hand. “We’re not done yet.”

Hope is a fickle, dangerous thing.

“What changed between Parapet and now?” Dain asks again, a wealth of emotions in his eyes that I can’t begin to interpret. Well, except the fear. That doesn’t need any interpretation. “Me.”

Holy shit are we insignificant.

“I know exactly who and what you are, Violet Sorrengail.”

“You’re going to be the death of me, Violet.”