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Are you going to die a scribe? Or live as a rider?”
Forge
“Stay the hell away from Xaden Riorson.”
conscripted
“Don’t die, Violet. I’d hate to be an only child.”
She
like he’s memorizing every detail or looking for
“Cadet Sorrengail has you by the actual balls here, in more ways than one. She’s right. Regs state that there’s nothing but respect among riders at formation. You want to kill her, you’ll have to do it in the sparring ring or on your own time. That is, if she decides to let you off the parapet. Because technically, you’re not on the grounds yet, so you are not a cadet. She is.”
knowing you’re General Sorrengail’s daughter? Putting on leathers doesn’t make you a rider,
A dragon without its rider is a tragedy. A rider without their dragon is dead.
many. My skin is agitated from wearing the armor
The rotunda might be the most beautiful piece of
niceties,
“Without accurate depictions of our front lines, reliable information with which to make strategic decisions, and—most importantly—veracious details to document our history for the good of future generations, we’re doomed, not only as a kingdom but as a society.”
conscription
extraneous.
“Keep what you know but recite whatever they tell you to.”
“Fascinating. You look all frail and breakable, but you’re really a violent little thing, aren’t you?”
footsteps. He’s like one of those poisonous flowers I’ve read about from the Cygnis forests to the east. His allure is a warning not to get too close, and I am definitely too close.
avarice
shrewdness.”
chastises.
rising from the ground to the switchback above it and
haughtiness
abhor
“known for their keen intellect, descend from the honorable Uaineloidsig line, and continue to be the most rational of dragonkind, making them the perfect siege weapons, especially in the case of clubtails.” I finish as I line my body up with the first metal rod and get ready to sprint forward. “Are you…studying?” Aurelie calls up from where she leaps onto the first ball below. “Calms me down,” I shoot back in quick explanation. There’s no time to be embarrassed here—that can wait for later. There are three iron rails in front of me, each lined up like a battering ram toward the next. “The
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Hope is a fickle, dangerous thing. It steals your focus and aims it toward the possibilities instead of keeping it where it belongs—on the probabilities.”
trepidation
“You smell Teine, don’t you?”
Hope is a fickle, dangerous thing. It steals your focus and aims it toward the possibilities instead of keeping it where it belongs—on the probabilities.
eviscerate
bravado
loquacious
“My name is Tairneanach, son of Murtcuideam and Fiaclanfuil, descended from the cunning Dubhmadinn line.”
Indignation
curmudgeon?
“You are the smartest of your year. The most cunning.”
“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.”
“And knowing who to trust is the only thing that will keep you alive—keep us alive—not only in the quadrant but after graduation.”
“Interdependent,
defile
“It’s hard to love a second home as much as the first.”
“This place cuts away the bullshit and the niceties, revealing whoever you are at your core.” I
malleable
cajoling
“Ingenious,
“A signet is a combination of our power with your own ability to channel. It reflects who you are at the core of your being.”
stringent
“It’s not just for your safety. Rare abilities, when kept secret, are the most valuable form of currency we possess.”
apostasy,”
