Madyson

“There is no cure for me.” He presses a kiss to my forehead. “That’s why you have to become better than me. There’s only you.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“Eyes here,” Dain says, and Sloane looks his way.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“To the ones who don’t run with the popular crowd, the ones who get caught reading under their desks, the ones who feel like they never get invited, included, or represented. Get your leathers. We have dragons to ride.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“mean, it was us because I pissed her off, but it wasn’t us…us, if you know what I’m saying.” I fight to keep from rolling my eyes. “Well aware,” Xaden replies. “First because I trust Violet, and second”—he glances at Ridoc in a dismissive once-over—“it wasn’t a big enough strike.” Seriously? I scoff. “Huh.” Ridoc tilts his head as if deciding something, then shakes it. “Nope. You and I are not back to dick jokes yet. Not that we were ever there. I’m still pissed.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm