Ashen (Enzo's Blue Jay)

“Tell me something, Violence.” A muscle in his square jaw ticks as he stares down at me, rippling the tawny-brown skin of his stubbled cheek. “Why is it always you?”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“Well, it’s either you give me your knife and I can get this done right now, or I use my teeth, and I’ll have chewed the arrow out in about half an hour but we’ll all be *very* upset.”

“Give her… the knife,” Morgan rasped on an outward breath. Mariel relented and handed it over, the torch dipping as she did.

“Great. Hold that steady for me. Baxter- you’re doing an excellent job, no notes for you.”
― Lex Croucher, Not for the Faint of Heart

“I lower my weapons as Xaden strides toward me from the center of the room, the hilts of the two swords he keeps strapped to his back peeking above his shoulders. He’s in thick winter flight leathers, devoid of any markings but his second lieutenant rank, and speckled with tiny dots of water that tell me he’s been out in the snow.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“Nobody had ever pinned Clem to a tree before. New experiences were good for the soul.”
― Lex Croucher, Not for the Faint of Heart