Sophia⛧₊ ⊹

“It’s harsher than anything we’ve been put through at Basgiath.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“What happens if you miss? Do the bodies wash up on the shore?” We both pause, turning fully to watch Maren respond. Have to admit, I’m curious, too. Maren blinks. “Bodies? No one dies. It’s just like cliff jumping. If we miss, we swim to shore, dry, and shake off the embarrassment—and pick another branch for service. Infantry and artillery are popular.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“We walk to the edge of Cliffsbane, look out over the river—it’s about thirty feet deep at that point—and wait for the drifts to fly by.” Her tone lightens, and when I glance back, she’s smiling. “When they approach, we jump.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“I need to fuck her, to flip her over the arm of this throne and drive into her, but I can’t. I need her nail marks in the wood, need her cries filling this whole fucking house, need her knowing what I can be for her—anything and everything she needs. She’s heaven in my mouth. Flawless. Mine. And she’s almost there. Gods, yes, her legs are shaking, her walls are fluttering around my tongue. I love her so fucking much.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame