Fourth Wing (The Empyrean, #1)

by Rebecca Yarros

Pretentious, egotistical fucks.

Lol. I like Violet already.

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

“My name is Tairneanach, son of Murtcuideam and Fiaclanfuil, descended from the cunning Dubhmadinn line.”

“You are the smartest of your year. The most cunning.” I gulp at the compliment, brushing it off. I was trained as a scribe, not a rider. “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,”

There is nothing more sacred than the Archives. Even temples can be rebuilt, but books cannot be rewritten.

“Fuck, that stubborn, feisty look always makes me want to kiss you.” Xaden’s expression remains bland, bored even, but his eyes heat as his gaze drops to my mouth. “And you say this now, where people will see if you actually do.” My breath catches. “When did I ever give you the impression that I give a fuck what people think about me?” A corner of his mouth rises, and now it’s all I can concentrate on, damn him. “I only care what they think about you.”

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