Xaden And Violet Quotes

“There is no me without you.”
― 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

“I am annoyingly aware of everything you do.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“You turned oranges into a weapon, Violence?”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Beautiful. Fucking. Asshole.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Killing you wouldn’t be any trouble, Violence. It’s leaving you alive that seems to cause the majority of my trouble.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Then he guides our hands back to my ribs and slides the ruby-hilted blade back into its sheath.
The move is unnervingly…hot.
“You’re not going to disarm me?” I challenge as he releases his grip and pushes up more, removing his weight from my body. My ribs expand as I take my first full breath.
“Nope. Defenseless women have never been my type.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Did I see her outnumbered and already wounded? Did I think her bravery was as admirable as it was fucking reckless?” He turns that stare on me, and I feel the impact all the way to my toes.
“And I would do it again.” I raise my chin.
“Well-the-fuck-aware,” Xaden roars, losing his temper for the first time since I met him on Parapet.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Turns out, falling in love with someone only brings that blissful high all the poets talk about if they love you back. And if they keep secrets that jeopardize everyone and everything you hold dear? Love doesn't even have the decency to die. It just transforms into abject misery. That's what this ache in my chest is: misery.
Because love, at its root, is hope. Hope for tomorrow. Hope for what could be. Hope that the someone you've entrusted your everything to will cradle and protect it. And hope? That shit is harder to kill than a dragon.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“There are a dozen of these daggers strapped to my body, so start disarming me.” He lifts a sardonic brow. “Unless you don’t know how to handle an opponent on top of you, and if so, that’s a whole other issue.”
“I know how to handle you on top of me,” I challenge quietly.
He lowers his mouth to my ear. “You won’t like what happens if you push me.”
“Or maybe I will.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“I love you, the world does not exist for me beyond you. Xaden to Violet.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“Argue with you about Books? I only pick fights I can win...”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“Scream and you die,” he whispers, and my stomach plummets as the elbow is replaced by the sharp bite of a dagger at my throat.
I freeze. I’d recognize the rough pitch of Xaden’s voice anywhere.
“Fucking Sorrengail.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“You take a step toward that Sorrengail and you’ll be dead before you can even shift your weight,” Xaden says”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“It's already snowing up the pass. I bet we get 7 inches tonight... Maybe more if your good. Xaden to Violet.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“And what the hell am I, Xaden? I’m a fucking weapon.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Even when I'm not with you, there's only you. Xaden to Violet.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“I'll spend every single day of my life earning back your trust. Xaden to Violet.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“Violet Sorrengail,'" she whispers, moving closer. 'Are you wearing Riorson's flight jacket?"

Liam's head snaps in my direction, curse his stupidly good hearing.

"Why would you say that?" I do a shitty job of feigning shock and shove the sheaths into every available pocket in this thing. All three of them, which are considerably deeper than the ones in my own jacket.

"Oh, I don't know. Because it's huge on you and there are three stars right here?" She taps where there's only one star on her uniform.

Well, shit. Just goes to show that neither of us was thinking clearly.

"It could be any third-year's." I shrug.

"With a Fourth Wing shield on the shoulder?" She cocks an eyebrow.

"That does limit it a bit," I agree.

"And a wingleader emblem beneath those stars?" she teases.

"Fine, it's his." I whisper quickly.

"I knew it!" Rhi grins. "Tell me it's good."

"I broke his window." I wince and my cheeks heat.

"Like...you threw something at it?" Her brow knits.

"No. As in, lightning struck... a lot. and I shattered his window.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“You love me, and-"

'Loved," I correct him, sidestepping so I can get some fucking space and then taking it.

"Love!" he shouts, stopping me in my tracks and earning us a glance from every rider within hearing distance. "You love me." ”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“You love me", he whispers.
"Stop reminding me. I thought we agreed not to fight tonight." I snuggle in deeper, his warmth lulling me into that sweet middle space between wakefulness and oblivion.
"Maybe you're not the one I'm reminding.”
― Rebeca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“What changed?" Frustration tightens my grip on the mug. "When exactly did you decide not to ruin me?"

"Maybe it was when I saw Oren holding a knife to your throat," he says. "Or maybe it was when I realised the bruises on your neck were fingerprints and wanted to kill them all over again just so I could do it slowly. Maybe it was the first time I recklessly kissed you or when I realised I'm fucked because I can't stop thinking about doing more than just kissing you."

My breath catches at his admission, but he just sighs, lets his head fall back against the wall. "Does it even matter when, as long as it changed between us?'

Don't do that,'" I whisper, and he lifts his head again to hold my gaze.

"Do what? Tell you I can't get you out of my head? Or speak directly into yours?”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“I fucking love your hair. Xaden to Violet.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“There's no where in existence you could go that I wouldn't find you remember? Xaden to Violet.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“I settle in against his warmth and lay my head on his chest, above the most comforting rhythm in the world besides Tairn's and Andarna's wingbeats- Xaden's heart.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“You're going to be the death of me, Violet.

duplicate”
― Rebecca Yarros

“Maybe it’s toxic as hell, but it’s pointless to deny that every single part of me is attracted to every facet of Xaden. And it’s not just his body. It’s…everything. Even the darkest parts of him, the parts I know are merciless, willing to annihilate anyone and everyone who stands between him and a goal, pull me in like a moth to a fucking flame.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“Just when I think I can handle you, I completely fucking lose it."

"That's my favorite part."

"Why does that not surprise me?”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“That dress...You're playing dirty, Violence.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame