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“The longer you wait on those steps”—she motions toward the tower—“the greater your fear has a chance to grow. Cross the parapet before the terror owns you.”
Good motto
“Jack Barlowe,” the one behind me answers. “Remember the name. I’m going to be a wingleader one day.” Even his voice reeks of arrogance.
Jack barlowe like Lisa Barlowe’s son from Real Housewives of Salt Lake City!! Was his “mission” really Basgiath?
I’m now entirely at his mercy, a subordinate in his chain of command. He can punish me however he likes for the slightest infraction, even imaginary ones.
Hot
“Fascinating. You look all frail and breakable, but you’re really a violent little thing, aren’t you?”
“You defended the smallest with ferocity. And strength of courage is more important than physical strength.
He’d do anything. Except break the rules.
Booooooooo
“This place cuts away the bullshit and the niceties, revealing whoever you are at your core.” I repeat his words from this summer. “Isn’t that what you said to me? Is this who you really are at your core? Someone so enamored with rules that he doesn’t know when to bend or break them for someone he cares about? Someone so
focused on the least I’m capable of doing, he can’t believe I can do so much more?”
“The reason we’ll never be anything more than friends isn’t because of your rules. It’s because you have no faith in me. Even now, when I’ve survived against all odds and bonded not just one dragon but two, you still think I won’t make it. So forgive me, but you’re about to
You have incredibly touchable skin.”
What had Sgaeyl said about signets? It reflects who you are at the core of your being. It makes sense. Mira is protective. Dain has to know everything. And Xaden…has secrets.
“Killing someone isn’t the only way to destroy them. Keeping you from reaching your potential seems like a great path to the retribution he swore
No one stays friends forever, Mira. Eventually those closest to us become our enemies in some way, even if it’s through well-intentioned love or apathy, or if we live long enough to become their villains.
“Can’t know how to ruin someone without understanding them first,”
“Why do you think riders wear black anyway?”
“So it’s harder to see when we bleed,”
Just because your body is built differently than the others doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to keep your seat. It takes more than a few strips of leather and a pommel to define a rider.”
Accessibility king
soft and comforting. “Stop. Fucking. Coddling. Her.” Xaden bites out every word at Dain. “She is not a child. She’s a full-grown woman. A rider. Start treating her like one and at least have the decency to give her the truth. You think Melgren or any other general—to include her own mother—is going to let her sit on a power like this? It’s not like she can hide it, not the way she just demolished one of the practice forts.”
You are not just a weapon, Sorrengail. You are the weapon.
“But do not wallow in guilt, Silver One. Whatever you feel is natural. Allow yourself to feel it but then let it
And I can’t help but wonder if somewhere, on some plane of existence, Malek sits on his throne, angry that I stole a soul from his grasp. But then again, I gave him Jack’s.
Or did you
have no clue how to train a lightning wielder, and from what I witnessed today, you don’t need saving.”
“All this time, I had this tiny, driving hope that I would be like Brennan, and that would be the twist in my little fable. That my signet would be mending, and I could put all the broken things back together. But instead, I’m made to split them apart.
“You would be a formidable enemy who command could simply not afford to let exist. Do you understand what I’m saying?” His voice softens. “Navarre is my home, Professor. I will give my life to defend it just like every Sorrengail who has ridden before me.”
There’s nowhere in existence you could go that I wouldn’t find you, Violence.”
Everyone across the ravine is celebrating his father’s death, and he’s out here mourning it alone.
There’s a figure standing at the top of a wooden clock tower, wearing purple floor-length robes that billow in the wind while he hurls blue flames like daggers at the civilians below.
Dad?
No matter what you think of me for keeping
secrets, we’re friends, Violet.”
I’ve spent the last year trying to prove to myself I’m nothing like my mother. I’m not cold. I’m not callous. But maybe there is a part of me that’s more like her than I care to admit.
But it was the third brother, who commanded the sky to surrender its greatest power, who finally vanquished his jealous sibling at a great and terrible price.
The three sorrengail siblings?
“Such untapped power. No wonder we were called here. You could command the sky to surrender all its power, and I bet you don’t know what to do with it, do you? Riders never do. I’m going to split you open and see where all that astonishing lightning comes from.”
Wha does that mean!!!
