“Are you calling me weak?' 'No.' Mira squeezes my hand. 'Just... fragile.' 'That's not any better.' Dragons don't bond fragile women. They incinerate them. 'So she's small.' Mom scans me up and down, taking in the generous fit of the… — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share
“You can't keep your seat?' 'No.' It's barely a whisper, and the heat of embarrassment scorches my skin.' 'How the hell can you not?' Her mouth hangs open. 'Because I'm not you"' I shout. She rears back like I've slapped… — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share
“Did you step in?' Dain demands. 'Did I what?' Xaden arches a dark brow and levels a look on Dain that would make a lesser person wither. 'Did I see her outnumbered and already wounded? Did I think her bravery was as admirable as it was fucking reckless?' He turns that stare on me, and I feel the impact all… — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share
“You'll break the first time they put you in the sparring ring, and that's before the dragons sense that you're...' He shakes his head and looks away, his jaw clenching. 'I'm what?' My hackles rise. 'Go ahead and say it. When they sense I'm less than the others. Is that what you mean?' 'Damn it.' He rakes his hand over… — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share
“Can't you just hide us in shadows or something?' 'Sure, because a giant black cloud moving down the hallway isn't going to look more… — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
“get home. I have a life, too, you know.” I nearly dropped my cup. She couldn’t leave. The house wouldn’t function. Mom wasn’t” — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
“Please fight for this, Ember. We are worth the fight. I love you, and that’s something I’ve never said to any girl. I love… — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
“Tell me what you're thinking.' I wind my arms around his neck. 'I was thinking you are exactly as I predicted the first time you took me in my room.' 'Oh yeah?' He draws back, curiosity sparking in his eyes. 'And what exactly was that?' 'A very dangerous addiction.' My gaze skims over the silver line of his scar, the… — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share
“The pain in his eyes is the kind that never dies, the kind that rises like an unpredictable tide and floods the shoreline without… — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
“Xaden's head snaps in my direction. 'Violence?' I take a step and then another, holding my frame upright with muscle memory I didn't have last year, and begin to cross. Xaden swings his legs up and then fucking jumps to his feet. 'Turn around right now!' he shouts. 'Come with me,' I call over the wind, bracing myself as gust… — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share
“Violet,' Xaden groans against my mouth. The plea in his tone floods my veins with a whole different form of power. Knowing he's just as affected by our attraction as I am is a rush. 'This isn't what you want.' 'It's exactly what I want,' I counter. I want to replace the anger with lust, the death of the day… — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share
“Liam, you know I adore you, right?' 'Well, that's nice-' 'Go away.” — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
