Sophia⛧₊ ⊹

“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

“I waited six hundred and fifty years to hatch. Waited until your eighteenth summer, when I heard our elders talk of the weakling daughter of their general, the girl forecasted to become the head of the scribes, and I knew. You would have the mind of a scribe and the heart of a rider. You would be mine.”
― 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

“How the hell am I in love with you when I feel like I barely know you sometimes?"
"Because I let you live long enough for us to fall in love," he says. "Without that deal, gods know what I would have done in my need for revenge. Ask me why I don't regret it. Ask me about the first time I saw you. Ask me about the moment I almost killed you despite the deal and decided not to. Ask me why. Ask me something! Fight back like you would have done last year before I broke your trust. Stop being so scared of the answers or waiting for me to give them to you. Demand the truth! I need you to love all of me—not just what you decide to see.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame