Jennifer Olive

“a man caught in a windstorm with long, whipping strands of dark hair around features partially covered in russet-hued ink. And his eyes… His eyes. They were the color of the realms—blue, green, and brown, with stars filling his pupils. He yelled at the sky, his words lost to the wind. Hot, violent air came from the open jaws of a massive, winged beast. A dragon the color of the ground and the pines its breath toppled. Red sparked from inside the dragon’s mouth, along the sides. Bright flames erupted from the majestic being, a funnel of fire that swamped the man on the mountain. And the flames kept coming, obliterating the entire crest of the peak until nothing remained where the man had stood. Nothing but scorched earth and a diamond that sank deep into the ground, burying itself”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Fire in the Flesh