Abbie Thogersen

“Good job, Aetos.” “Was that a compliment? What the fuck is going on?” Dain asks, his gaze flying to mine. “Did you give him something?”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“You named a kitten Broccoli?”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“Ridoc bedhops like a fucking frog, but no, let’s give me crap.” We make it a few steps before none of us can smother our laughs. “A frog?” Ridoc grins from Sawyer’s left. “That’s the best you can do? A frog?” “Tara and I are old news.” Rhi shrugs. “Leadership is hard on both our schedules. We’re together when we have time, but it’s not like we’re seeing other people.” She shoots a sideways glance my way. “But he’s right, you and Riorson bicker like you’ve been married fifty years and neither of you wants to do the dishes.” “That is not true,” I protest as Sawyer nods. “Agreed,” Ridoc says. “And it’s always the same fight.” He lifts his hand to his chest. “I’ll trust you if you stop keeping secrets!” He drops the hand and scowls. “It’s my secretive nature that attracted you, and why can’t you just stay out of harm’s way for five fucking minutes?” Rhi laughs so hard she nearly chokes. I narrow my gaze on Ridoc. “Keep talking, and I’ll plant my dagger somewhere that prevents all frog-like activity.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“I exist for Tairn, but I live for Xaden.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm