Catherine

“Andarna retreating into the jungle, her scales shifting to gold.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“Andarna snorts, then prances off toward the water, her wings tucked in tight. “Do not go any deeper than your claws!” Tairn lectures, his tail nearly taking out a tree when he pivots to watch her go. “I swear, if you get in over your head, I’ll let you drown.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“I remember.” I nod. “I meant it. I’ll stand by your side.” Exhaustion slows my breath and weights my eyelids. “And between Andarna’s kind and the research we’re compiling about dark wielders, we’ll cure you.” My eyes give in, sliding shut. “There is no cure for me.” He presses a kiss to my forehead. “That’s why you have to become better than me. There’s only you.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“I mean it when I say you own my soul.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm