Emma > Emma's Quotes

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

“There’s nowhere in existence you could go that I wouldn’t find you, Violence.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Fascinating. You look all frail and breakable, but you’re really a violent little thing, aren’t you?”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“I am the sky and the power of every storm that has ever been. I am infinite.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“And when others are quick to stand in front of me, Xaden always stands at my side, trusting me to hold my own.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“You’re not going to handle me?” I call after him, shock raising my brows.
“Not tonight!” he tosses over his shoulder.
I scoff. “What are you waiting for?”
“It’s no fun if you expect it,” he answers, striding into the darkness. “Now, get back to bed before your wingleader realizes you’re out after curfew.”
“What?” I gawk after him. “You’re my wingleader!”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“He cares for you. That’s already hard enough for him.”
“He cares about keeping me alive. There’s a difference.”
“Not for him there isn’t.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“You have to fight, Vi,' Xaden whispers against my forehead as we move. 'You can hate me all you want when you wake up. You can scream, hit, throw your fucking daggers at me for all I care, but you have to live. You can't make me fall for you and then die. None of this is worth it without you.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“His thumbs stroke over the soft skin under my ears, and his gaze drops before he suddenly lets go and retreats a full step. 'Damn it. Touching you was a bad idea.'

'The worst.' I agree, but my tongue skims my lower lip.

He groans and my core melts at the sound. 'Kissing you would be a cataclysmic mistake.'

'Calamitous.' What would it take to hear that groan again?

The inches between us feel like kindling, ready to burn at the first suggestion of hear, and I'm a living, breathing flame. This is everything I should run from, and yet denying the primal attraction I feel is completely, utterly impossible.

'We'll both regret it.' He shakes his head, but there's more than hunger in his eyes as he stares at my lips.

'Naturally,' I whisper. But knowing I'll regret it doesn't stop me from wanting it- wanting him. Regretting is a problem for future Violet.

'Fuck it.'

One second he's out of reach and the next his mouth is on mine, hot and insistent.

Gods, yes. This is exactly what I need.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing