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“Stop. Fucking. Coddling. Her.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Let's go, Violet Sorrengail.' He lifts his head, and the golden dragon peeks out from under his wing.

'How do you know my name?' I gawk up at him.

'And to think, I'd almost forgotten just how loquacious humans are.' He sighs, the gust of his breath rattling the trees. 'Get on my back.'

Oh. Shit. He's choosing... me.

'Get on your back?' I repeat like a fucking parrot. 'Have you seen you? Do you have any idea how huge you are?' I'd need a damned ladder to get up there.

The look he gives me can only be described as annoyance. 'One does not live a century without being well aware of the space one takes up. Now get on.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“A dragon without its rider is a tragedy.
A rider without their dragon is dead.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“You take a step toward this Sorrengail and you'll be dead before you can even shift your weight,' Xaden says, his voice dropping lethally. 'She's not up for discussion.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing