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“Your scales aren't really black."
"No." Even now, her scales are changing, taking on the grayish hue of the stone around us. "But he is, and I so badly want to be just like him."
"Tairn.”
― Iron Flame
"No." Even now, her scales are changing, taking on the grayish hue of the stone around us. "But he is, and I so badly want to be just like him."
"Tairn.”
― Iron Flame
“So, Tairn hasn't channelled to you, either, right?' Liam asks, a look of uncertainty, vulnerability on his face.
I shake my head. 'I think he has commitment issues,' I whisper.
'I heard that.'
'Then stay out of my head.”
― Fourth Wing
I shake my head. 'I think he has commitment issues,' I whisper.
'I heard that.'
'Then stay out of my head.”
― 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.”
― Fourth Wing
― Fourth Wing
“Nothing is where you start. Own nothing. Know nothing. Be nothing.” “Why would I want to do that?” The old man crushed out his cigarillo on the boards between them. His smile made her smile in return. “Because then you can do anything.”
― Nevernight
― Nevernight
“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.”
― Fourth 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.”
― Fourth Wing
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