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“It was Brennan, wasn’t it?” I ask Professor Kaori. Sadness fills his gaze as he meets mine. “Yes. He died trying to save your brother, but Brennan was too far gone.” “Why would he do that?” I shift the weight of my satchel. “Resurrection isn’t possible. Why would he essentially kill himself when Brennan was already gone?” A stampede of grief tramples my heart, stealing my breath. Brennan never would have wanted anyone to die for him. That wasn’t in his nature. Professor Kaori sits back against his desk, pulling at the short, dark hairs of his mustache as he stares at me. “Being a Sorrengail
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He just doesnt answer her??? im getting a weird vibe from kaori
And sometimes it’s hard for a rider with a signet that powerful to accept his limits. After all, bonding makes you a rider, but resurrecting someone from the dead? Now, that makes you a god. I somehow don’t think that Malek takes kindly to a mortal treading on his territory.”
ok so he did answer but im still getting the ick
There’s no ignoring the prickle at my scalp, and I let my gaze shift to meet Xaden’s.
This is even before threshing. Do they have their own bond??
My heart does that damn stuttering thing again, as if he’d sent shadows straight through my ribs to squeeze the organ.
I earn my fifth dagger, this one with a pretty ruby in the hilt,
My heartbeat kicks up to a full gallop, as if my body knows the truth my mind hasn’t quite accepted yet.
“My name is Violet,” I seethe. “I think my version fits you better.”
“Don’t trust a single person who faces you on this mat,” he warns in a hiss, his breath warm against the shell of my ear, and even though we’re surrounded by people, I realize he’s quiet for a reason. This lesson is just for me.
You are not attracted to toxic men, I remind myself, and yet, here I am, getting all attracted.
This just made me giggle. Felt like I was reading something my younger self wrote 😂
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“Oh, Violence, you’re good, but I’ve known better poison masters.
WHO IS HE TALKING ABOUT
“Do you think he could be plotting against Navarre and still have bonded Sgaeyl?” I ask, my cheek against his blanket. “I did at first.” His hands move down my spine, pressing into the knots that made lifting my arms almost impossible that last half hour of training tonight. “But then I bonded Cath, and I realized that dragons would do anything to protect the Vale and their sacred hatching grounds. There’s no way any dragon would have bonded Riorson or any of the separatists if they weren’t honest about protecting Navarre.”
hmmm
Tynan’s eyes widen, like he’s actually surprised. “Really?” “Really.” I shake my head and study the course. “Shit. I’m…sorry. Barlowe said—” “And that’s your first mistake,” Ridoc interjects. “Listening to that sadistic ass is going to get you killed.
Feathertail dragons are the breed we know the least about,
This is because feathertails reportedly abhor violence and are not suitable for bonding.
“And you don’t want me to go with you?” he asks, palming my neck.
Touch #3?
My scalp prickles and Xaden stops mid-step ten feet away, the set of his shoulders rigid. Shit. He knows I’m here.
Once again she senses him sensing her
“Hope.” I nod. “Someone like you would never get it, but I knew coming here was a death sentence. It didn’t matter that I’ve been trained my entire life to enter the Scribe Quadrant; when General Sorrengail gives an order, you can’t exactly ignore it.” Gods, why am I running off at the mouth to this man? What’s the worst he’ll do? Kill you? “Sure you can.” He shrugs. “You just might not like the consequences.” I roll my eyes, and to my utter embarrassment, instead of pulling away now that I’m free, I lean in just a little, like I can siphon off some of his strength. He certainly has enough to
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A wicked smile curves Xaden’s perfect lips. “I know everything that goes on here.” Darkness swirls around us. “Shadows, remember? They hear everything, see everything, conceal everything.”
What makes you a rider is what you do after people die. You want to know why you’re still alive? Because you’re the scale I currently judge myself against every night. Every day I let you live, I get to convince myself that there’s still a part of me that’s a decent person. So if you want to quit, then please, spare me the temptation and fucking quit. But if you want to do something, then do it.”
It is a grave offense against Malek to keep the belongings of a dead loved one.
I wonder what the circular patch on their upper right arm with water and floating spheres means.
Heatons uniform patches
“Change. Your. Mind.” His hand finds mine, concealed by our tight formation as we descend through the passage. “Please.”
im not even sure ive counted every one but touch #4 that i paid attention to
“Cheating!” I turn toward the voice. It’s Amber Mavis, the strawberry-blond wingleader from Third Wing who was Dain’s close friend last year,
I notice not for the first time that other than his Fourth Wing and wingleader emblems, he doesn’t wear the patches others are so fond of displaying.
Why doesnt he wear the patches?
Never look a red in the eye. Never back down from a green. If you show trepidation to a brown…well, just don’t.
The fastest up the Gauntlet was Liam Mairi, of course, earning him the Gauntlet patch.
I can’t blame him. Luca annoys the shit out of me, too. It’s her constant need to tear everyone down that makes most of us keep our distance.
a common opinion of her eh?
Feathertails don’t bond. I can’t even remember the last time one has been seen outside the Vale. It’s probably just curious.
Why was she there? i dont remember if itexplains that lets find out...
“So do you know if you’re having a niece or nephew?” I ask, continuing to walk forward past a handful of oranges. “What?” she answers. “I’ve heard some of the healers can make pretty good guesses once a woman is further along in her pregnancy.” “Oh. No,” she says. “No clue. Though I’m kind of hoping she’ll have a girl. I guess I’ll find out once we finish the year and can write our families.”
“I think I’m just as loyal to my sister whether I’ve had a letter from her or not,” I counter. “There are bonds that can’t be broken.”
Im interested to see if this is iron flame foreshadowing because ive heard some theories..
“I’m just wondering how one of you got all the good traits and the other looks like she got the leftovers.” His gaze skims down my body.
Hes being such a d*ck to her in front of the dragons..
“A nephew would be good,” Rhiannon says, like the conversation was never interrupted. “Boys aren’t too bad.”
They’re close enough to torch us, the half dozen singe marks testify to that, but I can’t hear them breathing or feel it, either.
“With arrogance like that, I’m sure any dragon would feel lucky to share your mind for the rest of your life.” I pity whatever dragon—if any—chooses him.
“Maybe it’s a mistake,” Sawyer says quietly. “Maybe it’s a baby orange.” “It’s full grown,” Rhiannon argues. “There’s no way the other dragons allow a baby to bond. No human alive has ever seen a baby.” “It’s a mistake all right.” Tynan looks at the golden one and scoffs. “You should totally bond it, Sorrengail. You’re both freakishly weak. It’s a match made in heaven.”
“I mean, it could be worse. We could be walking past a line of wyvern, right?” “Oh please, Violet, do give us one of your nervous-babble story times,” Luca says sarcastically. “Let me guess. Wyvern are some elite squad of gryphon riders created because of something we did at a battle only you can manage to remember with your scribe brain.” “You don’t know what a wyvern is?” Rhi asks, then begins walking again. “Didn’t your parents tell you bedtime stories, Luca?” “Do enlighten me,” Luca drawls. I roll my eyes, continuing along the path. “They’re folklore,” I say over my shoulder. “Kind of like
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“And I seriously asked him one time if Mom was going to turn into a venin because she could channel.”
“Did he tell you people supposedly only turn into venin if they channel directly from the source?” “He did, but it was after my mom had a really long night while we were stationed near the eastern border, and her eyes were bloodshot red, so I freaked out and started shrieking.” I can’t help but smile at the memory. “She took my book of fables away for a month because the outpost guards all came running, and I was hiding behind my brother, who couldn’t stop laughing, and, well…it was a mess.”
“Venin? Wyvern? Anyone with a modicum of education knows that our wards stop all magic that isn’t channeled directly from dragons.”
“Guess the dragons think she’s insufferable, too,” Ridoc mutters.
This line made me love Ridoc
“If a dragon has already selected you, they’ll be calling.” He thumps his chest again. “So pay attention to not just your surroundings but your feelings, and go with them.” He grimaces. “And if your feelings are telling you to go in the other direction…listen to that, too.”
“Yes. I just don’t feel connected to any of them.”
We’re not supposed to be in groups.
I can’t imagine dragons would take kindly to killing one of their own,
I can’t just stand here and do nothing. You can get there first and warn it.
still wondering if this is her talking to herself or not
The meadow is big enough for ten dragons, ringed by several large trees, but the golden one stands alone in the center, like it’s trying to get a suntan. It’s just as beautiful as I remember, but unless it can breathe fire, it’s a sitting duck.
The golden dragon’s head snaps in their direction, a low growl rumbling in its chest.
She didnt react that way with Violet so was she "calling her" to bond? Why does a feathertail want to bond now of all times
“Scorch them,” I whisper-shout, my heart pounding as they draw closer. But the dragon doesn’t, and somehow, I’m certain in the marrow of my bones that it can’t.
They have a connection
Xaden. For the first time, the sight of him fills my chest with hope.
