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“Fine. What was his previous rider’s?” Jack asks. “Naolin’s signet was siphoning.” Professor Kaori’s shoulders fall. “He could absorb power from various sources, other dragons, other riders, and then use it or redistribute it.”
Orange dragons, coming in various shades of apricot to carrot, are the most—I throw myself to the next rail—unpredictable of dragonkind and therefore always a risk.
our wards stop all magic that isn’t channeled directly from dragons.”
Xaden’s dark gaze cuts through me like a knife for a millisecond before he glares back at Tairn. “Do not dare to try and read me, human, or you’ll regret it.” Tairn’s mouth opens,
There are three folded missives in the middle, and I pick up the first, revealing a sharp dagger with an alloy-infused hilt and what looks to be a Tyrrish rune in the handle that she must be using as a letter opener or something.
Do you guys get all the information?” “Only what we need. Like, I could have sworn I saw a riot of dragons across the border during this attack.” She shrugs. “But questions about secret operations are above my pay grade.
Xaden waits, his own pack slung over his shoulder. It looks considerably smaller than the one he arrived with, and I don’t want to even think about what he’s left behind in order to force me out faster.
enemies—your friends—are most vulnerable. 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.
Jack falls down the mountainside in an avalanche of rock that I know he can’t survive. From the way Baide cries beneath us, she knows it, too.
Carr answers. “With all the wielding you’re about to do, you’re going to need it.” He climbs onto his Orange Daggertail
“I’ll never understand why mind-reading is a death sentence.”
“Athebyne. You can’t know why or ask anything else, but that’s where we were.”
the dangers of wielding power from the ground instead of the skies, as one could easily start drawing magic from the earth and eventually be driven mad.
certainly wouldn’t be surprised if General Melgren ripped a mask off one day and revealed he was a terrifying venin.
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
“Riorson, you’ll establish your headquarters for Fourth Wing at Athebyne.
“I would know if he read my memories.” Xaden’s face falls, and his hand slips downward, cradling the back of my neck. “No, Violence. Trust me, you wouldn’t.” There’s no accusation in his tone, just a resignation that hurts what’s left of my heart.
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.
I am the grandson of her second rider—the one who didn’t make it through the quadrant.
