Varlika

“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

“help her, my love, I’m afraid our daughter has atrocious taste in men.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“You two totally broke it, didn’t you?” Ridoc asks on the edge of laughter. “Like that armoire no one was supposed to notice getting hauled out of her room during first year?” “The what?”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm

“You get one chance to form your own squad, and you choose your ex, your current lover, the quadrant’s resident smart-ass, two people who have tried to kill you in the past year—one over said current lover—and whatever Dain is? These are your choices for the most important mission any rider could possibly undertake?” “I’m glad someone said it,” Tairn chimes in.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm