Karla

“The zigzagging death trap of a trail rises above us, climbing in five distinct switchbacks of 180-degree turns, each increasing in difficulty on the way to the top of the bluff that divides the citadel from the flight field and the Vale. “Amazing.” Aurelie sighs. Rhiannon and I turn, both staring at her like she must have hit her head. “You think that hellscape looks amazing?” Rhiannon asks. “I’ve been waiting years for this!” Aurelie grins,”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing