Fourth Wing (The Empyrean, #1)

by Rebecca Yarros

I’ve always loved the nights where storms beat against the fortress window, both illuminating and throwing shadows over the books I curled up with, though this downpour might just cost me my life.

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

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