Sandra

“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

“Did you step in?' Dain demands.

'Did I what?' Xaden arches a dark brow and levels a look on Dain that would make a lesser person wither. '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.

I pull in a quick breath, and Xaden does the same, as if he's just as shocked by his outburst as I am.

'Did I see her fight off three bigger cadets?' His gaze pivots to Dain. 'Because the answer to all of those is yes. But you're asking the wrong question, Aetos. What you should be asking is if Sgaeyl saw it, too.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Why did you choose me?' I have to know, because as soon as we land, there are going to be questions.

'Because you saved her.' Tairn's head inclines toward the golden as we approach, and she follows after us. Our speed slows.

'But...' I shake my head. 'Dragons value strength and cunning and... ferocity in their riders.' None of which defines me.

'Please do tell me more about what I should value.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“You will not fall. I will not allow it.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing