Ocean Jones

“Shit. What is this? Jealousy? Anxiety? Insecurity? “All three,” Tairn responds in utter annoyance. “To which I will remind you that not a single dragon chose her. You were selected by two. Pull yourself together.” His metric is sound but has little to do with what I’m feeling. “But at one point Xaden chose her.” I lean into the right bank as Tairn hugs the face of the mountain, continuing to climb. “And at one point, you thought gruel was a satisfactory meal, until you grew some teeth and found the rest of the world’s food waiting. Now cease this line of thinking. It does not serve to make you stronger.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame