Fourth Wing (The Empyrean, #1)

by Rebecca Yarros

“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.”

“Step aside, Silver One,”

The dragon’s giant nostrils flare. “You’re bleeding. Stop it.”

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

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

Tairn roars with the unmistakable sound of pride. “Lightning wielder.”

“I’m proud you’re mine.” Andarna’s voice wavers, the blinks of her eyes becoming slower.

“All right.” I nod, fighting to force a watery smile. He could ask for anything right now, and I’d give it to him. “Thank you, Liam. Thank you for being my shadow. Thank you for being my friend.” He blurs in my vision as the tears come faster. “It’s been. My honor.” Liam’s chest rattles as his lungs struggle.