Candise Clark

“I don’t see people.” He tilts his head and studies me. “I see their weaknesses. It’s a great advantage in battle. Honestly, you surprised me when we met. From everything I’d heard about the youngest Sorrengail, I expected to look at you and see pain, broken bones, or maybe shame for never living up to Mom’s expectations.” He skims his finger over the obvious break in my forearm but doesn’t apply pressure. The threat is enough to make my chest tighten. “But I saw…nothing. Someone taught you to shield, and I’ll admit you’re very good at it.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“don’t buy into the narrative of evil being snuffed out by good. Dark eclipsed by light. Wrong vanquished by right. That’s all surface-level fairy tales, created by those who reside on the outskirts of the dismal shadows.”
― Brandy Hynes, Charring Bones

“I need a firsthand account from one of the six. My father talked about seeing one once, so I know they exist. Question is if they’ve been translated and redacted into uselessness.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“They won’t tell my father they’ve lost me until they absolutely have to. I’m just hoping it’s after Threshing. He can’t do shit after Threshing. Dragons don’t even answer to kings.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame