Fourth Wing (The Empyrean, #1)

by Rebecca Yarros

Here’s to the artists. You hold the power to shape the world.

If I panic, I’ll die. If I slip, I’ll die. If I… Oh, fuck it. There’s nothing more I can do to prepare for this.

Your mind already knows the answer, so just calm down and let it remember.

You are not attracted to toxic men, I remind myself, and yet, here I am, getting all attracted.

There’s only one way I’m getting over this. Sheer fucking will.

It was everything I’ve ever wanted…except… Shit. I don’t want it anymore.

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

“She should have killed you in the field, but she’s merciful. That’s not a flaw I possess.”

Not that we’re a couple. Not that I wouldn’t climb the man like a tree if presented with the right set of circumstances.

There aren’t enough curse words in the world for this.

“But keeping me safe is keeping me from growing,

“You’re kind of terrifying.” “Thank you.”

“I go where you go.”

“I appreciate the elevation to deity, but my name will do.”

The truth rarely needs effort,

Lies are comforting. Truth is painful.”