Fourth Wing (The Empyrean, #1)

by Rebecca Yarros

A dragon without its rider is a tragedy. A rider without their dragon is dead.

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

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

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

“I have absolutely no intention of falling for you, Sorrengail.”

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

I want to be wherever you are.”

I’m so wildly in love with you that I can’t imagine what my life would even look like without you in it. And I probably shouldn’t have said that, but if we’re doing this, then we’re starting from a place of complete honesty.”