Fourth Wing (The Empyrean, #1)

by Rebecca Yarros

“Don’t let the wind sway your steps.”

Don’t borrow tomorrow’s trouble.

“What did you want to be when you grew up?” I ask, just to keep the conversation going. “Alive.” He shrugs.

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

“But do not wallow in guilt, Silver One. Whatever you feel is natural. Allow yourself to feel it but then let it go.

It only takes one desperate generation to change history—even erase it.

“We will feast on their bones, Silver One.”

“I will bet my life on you as I have from the first day,”