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“It sounded like … music? It was coming from somewhere in the mountains nearby, probably another part of the palace. The moonlight cast silver shadows on the peaks around them as all the dragons lifted their faces to the sky. It was music. It was the sound of many voices singing together, but it couldn’t be, because the “voices” sang in the dragon language, rumbling well above and below human registers. How can dragons SING? Leaf thought, shaken. How can they have music? Isn’t music a human thing? Don’t you need a — a soul to make music?”
― Tui T. Sutherland, Dragonslayer

“Rrrrrr rrrrrmble rrrrrgle rrrrrbpity rrrrrflte,” the dragon said. It’s TALKING TO ME.”
― Tui T. Sutherland, Dragonslayer

“Like a SNAIL!” he breathed, his eyes shining.”
― Tui T. Sutherland, Dragonslayer

“You look tired,” Lynx said after a little while. “That’s treason, and no, I don’t,” Snowfall snapped.”
― Tui T. Sutherland, The Dangerous Gift

“She spotted a cluster of ice structures below them, along the cliff that overlooked the ocean here. “What’s that?” “One of the outer villages,” Lynx said. “Where-the-Terns-Fly, I think.” “I should royally decree that all IceWing villages must have one-word names,” Snowfall said grumpily.”
― Tui T. Sutherland, The Dangerous Gift

“Wrong,” Snowfall snapped. “Objectively wrong. NightWings are NINE THOUSAND PERCENT evil.”
― Tui T. Sutherland, The Dangerous Gift

“Oh, I know!” Cricket said. “Wait, Queen Snowfall, we’re not total strangers! Bumblebee and I had an ancestor from your continent, hundreds of years ago. Doesn’t that help to know? You must have heard of her — we’re descendants of Clearsight!”
― Tui T. Sutherland, The Dangerous Gift

“See,” Jerboa said flatly. “I knew you could do it. You just had to believe in yourself. Rah rah.”
― Tui T. Sutherland, The Dangerous Gift

“Moonface,”
― Tui T. Sutherland, The Dangerous Gift

“Moonface, or something like that.”
― Tui T. Sutherland, The Dangerous Gift

“It’s Moon, actually,” she said. “Just Moon, not Moonface.”
― Tui T. Sutherland, The Dangerous Gift

“You are a useless minion,” Snowfall observed. “Frieeeeeend,” Lynx enunciated clearly before edging away and burying herself farther into the sand. Her voice came sleepily over the dune. “The word you’re looking for is friend.”
― Tui T. Sutherland, The Dangerous Gift

“Personally, Snowfall thought they got an awful lot of credit considering the real heroes were a deadly snake and an old enchanted orb.”
― Tui T. Sutherland, The Dangerous Gift

“Oh, Snowfall realized. Because she’s listening to our thoughts. I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR MY THOUGHTS, NIGHTWING! HERE’S ONE FOR YOU: I THINK YOUR ENTIRE TRIBE IS A BUNCH OF MALEVOLENT FIRE-SNORTING TOADS! Moon jumped slightly, gave Snowfall a wounded look, and followed Winter and Lynx off into the meadow.”
― Tui T. Sutherland, The Dangerous Gift

“How thrilling!”
― Tui T. Sutherland, The Dangerous Gift

“How about a SNAIL?!” the dragon cried, with a kind of rapturous delight Snowfall had only ever seen on dragonets tasting ice cream for the first time. “A snail,” Snowfall echoed. “Snails are AMAZING!” he said adoringly. “Have you SEEN them?”
― Tui T. Sutherland, The Dangerous Gift

“Or a TURTLE!” he shouted. “I could give him a turtle! Awwww, don’t you love turtles? With their little flippery flippers! And their sweet little shells! And their tiny heads HAVE YOU SEEN THEIR TINY HEADS? They look like they’re smiling! Little tiny turtle smiles! Wouldn’t he love a turtle?”
― Tui T. Sutherland, The Dangerous Gift

“There was a SCAVENGER. STANDING. ON THE DRAGON’S HEAD. SHOUTING AT SNOWFALL IN DRAGON.”
― Tui T. Sutherland, The Dangerous Gift

“I can take care of myself. Sky’s the one I’m worried about,” Wren explained. “He is not a ‘super-stealth’ or a ‘fighting evil’ kind of dragon. He is a ‘but do the bad guys know about pandas because then I bet they wouldn’t be evil anymore’ kind of dragon.” “Well, but,” Sky protested, “I mean … pandas! Have you SEEN pandas?” “Is there any chance you’re actually a RainWing?” Winter asked.”
― Tui T. Sutherland, The Dangerous Gift

“I bet Sable’s a pounding good fuck, too. All that practice. I’m going to save that newspaper article so I can try every one of those positions with him.”
― K.C. Shaw, Royal Red

“Rose thought about the fair while she ate. It was a light-hearted festival in the daytime, with children running about, awful food, ridiculous games, overpriced stalls full of things no one needed but everyone bought, and music. As evening progressed, it became more and more raucous. Those who wanted to choose a mate spent time milling about, flirting in a way that would be outrageous any other time of the year. There was a matchmaking service run by the hatchery to raise funds, and a raffle to bid for particularly attractive mates. By midnight it was guaranteed to devolve into an animalistic spectacle. Inhibitions fell so low that couples would mate in full view, drawing crowds of voyeurs. “I’m leaving for my trip tomorrow,” Rose said. “I’ll have the sky to myself.” “Everyone else will be fucking,” Blossom said agreeably”
― K.C. Shaw, Royal Red

“Well, there’s rough with the smooth. They say we all go back to the egg in the end and get hatched anew, so maybe Feather and I will meet again in our next life.”
― K.C. Shaw, Royal Red

“It’s only me,” he said in an even smaller voice. “Just Dusky. I can be really quiet, really. You won’t even notice me. Please?” He hesitated, then added softly, “I don’t want to be alone in the dark anymore. I’m afraid I’ll get lost and no one will ever find me.”
― Tui T. Sutherland, The Flames of Hope

“May unbuckled Rose’s pack and lifted it off of her. “I put a piece of canvas down to catch the egg, since we don’t have a blanket.” Blossom laughed. “The baby will be an artist for certain.”
― K.C. Shaw, Royal Red

“Ember. My son.”
― K.C. Shaw, Royal Red

“A growl rumbles through Tairn’s chest, vibrating the saddle beneath me and the harness that holds Andarna to his chest. “I’d watch it,” I tell her, biting back a smile. “He might get tired and drop you.” “His pride would never allow it.” “Says the dragon who spent twenty minutes refusing to put on her harness,” Tairn fires back.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“seawing”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“We do not bend. And we definitely do not blend.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“I close the door behind me, then focus on the lock and turn my hand in midair, channeling just enough power to hear the bolt slide home with a satisfying click.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“Jasper had a — well”
― Tui T. Sutherland, Hero: A Wings of Fire Story