Rachel

“You love me,” he whispers. “Stop reminding me. I thought we agreed not to fight tonight.” I snuggle in deeper, his warmth lulling me into that sweet middle space between wakefulness and oblivion. “Maybe you’re not the one I’m reminding.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“Scratch her eyes out,” Andarna suggests. “Really. The eyes are the softest tissue. Just jab your thumbs in there—”

“Andarna! Use some common sense,” Tairn snaps. “The kneecaps are a much easier target.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“You must save yourself," Tairn demands. "I chose you not as my next but as my last, and should you fall, then I will follow.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“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