Candise Clark

“The question we must all ask ourselves as we enter service is: are our sacrifices worth it to keep the citizens of Navarre safe?”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“was lucky enough to glimpse the most powerful rider of your generation fumble his shields like a novice once. It was for less than a second, but that was all I needed to see what it would take to shatter him. We’ll have all the information we need in a matter of days. You’re not the prize, Sorrengail. You’re the tool.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“look up into the wrath of Dunne in the form of gold-flecked onyx eyes.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“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