Fourth Wing (The Empyrean, #1)

by Rebecca Yarros

flash, like a mirror, catches the sun. Or like a golden

“Now get in the seat and actually hold on this time, or no one is going to believe that I’ve actually chosen you,”

“You are the smartest of your year. The most cunning.” I gulp at the compliment, brushing it off. I was trained as a scribe, not a rider. “You defended the smallest with ferocity. And strength of courage is more important than physical strength. Since you apparently need to know before we land.”