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“But I will not run. I wouldn't be standing here if I'd quit every time something seemed impossible to overcome. I will not die today.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Should I get the Wingleader?”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“And when others are quick to stand in front of me, Xaden always stands at my side, trusting me to hold my own.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“I am annoyingly aware of everything you do.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Thank you, Liam. Thank you for being my shadow. Thank you for being my friend.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“You turned oranges into a weapon, Violence?”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Violet Sorrengail,' she whispers, moving closer. 'Are you wearing Riorson's flight jacket?'

Liam's head snaps in my direction, curse his stupidly good hearing.

'Why would you say that?' I do a shitty job of feigning shock and shove the sheaths into every available pocket in this thing. All three of them, which are considerably deeper than the ones in my own jacket.

'Oh, I don't know. Because it's huge on you and there are three stars right here?' She taps where there's only one star on her uniform.

Well, shit. Just goes to show that neither of us was thinking clearly.

'It could be any third-year's.' I shrug.

'With a Fourth Wing shield on the shoulder?' She cocks an eyebrow.

'That does limit it a bit,' I agree.

'And a wingleader emblem beneath those stars?' she teases.

'Fine, it's his.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“She can't die, and not just because there's a chance I won't survive. She can't die because I know I can't live without her even if I do.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“You have to fight, Vi,' Xaden whispers against my forehead as we move. 'You can hate me all you want when you wake up. You can scream, hit, throw your fucking daggers at me for all I care, but you have to live. You can't make me fall for you and then die. None of this is worth it without you.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Tairn roars with the unmistakable sound of pride.

"Lightning wielder.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Beautiful. Fucking. Asshole.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“So then why are you here, Xaden?'

'Because I can't seem to stay away.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“I know. I made it my business to know everything there was to know about you the second I saw you on the parapet.'

'Because that's not creepy.' I let the coffee warm my freezing hands.

'Can't know how to ruin someone without understanding them first,' he says quietly.

I lift my gaze to find that his is already on me. 'And is that still your plan?' Mira's words have haunted me for two days.

He flinches. 'No.'

'What changed?' Frustration tightens my grip on the mug. 'When exactly did you decide not to ruin me?'

'Maybe it was when I saw Oren holding a knife to your throat,' he says. 'Or maybe it was when I realised the bruises on your neck were fingerprints and wanted to kill them all over again just so I could do it slowly. Maybe it was the first time I recklessly kissed you or when I realised I'm fucked because I can't stop thinking about doing more than just kissing you.' My breath catches at his admission, but he just sighs, lets his head fall back against the wall. 'Does it even matter when, as long as it changed between us?'

'Don't do that,' I whisper, and he lifts his head again to hold my gaze.

'Do what? Tell you I can't get you out of my head? Or speak directly into yours?'

'Either.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“You will not fall. I will not allow it.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“If I asked you to stay behind, would you?' His eyes bore into mine.

'No.'

'Exactly. I try not to pick fights I know I can't win.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Then he guides our hands back to my ribs and slides the ruby-hilted blade back into its sheath.
The move is unnervingly…hot.
“You’re not going to disarm me?� I challenge as he releases his grip and pushes up more, removing his weight from my body. My ribs expand as I take my first full breath.
“Nope. Defenseless women have never been my type.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Tomorrow is soon enough for regrets.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“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 thick lashes so many women would kill for, and over the bump in his nose to that perfectly sculped mouth. I've already told him that I love him, so it's not like I'm keeping secrets over here. Hell, compared to him, I'm an open book. 'Impossible to sate.'

His eyes darken. 'I'm going to keep you,' he promises, just like he did last night. Or was it this morning? 'You're mine, Violet.'

I lift my chin. 'Only if you're mine.'

'I've been yours for longer than you could ever imagine.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“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 the way to my toes.

'And I would do it again.' I raise my chin.

'Well-the-fuck-aware,' Xaden roars, losing his temper for the first time since I met him on Parapet.

I pull in a quick breath, and Xaden does the same, as if he's just as shocked by his outburst as I am.

'Did I see her fight off three bigger cadets?' His gaze pivots to Dain. 'Because the answer to all of those is yes. But you're asking the wrong question, Aetos. What you should be asking is if Sgaeyl saw it, too.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“You have the power to be a pain in the ass, too. Trust me.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“...not all strength is physical, Violet.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“I chose you not as my next, but as my last, and should you fall, then I will follow". -Tairn”
― Rebecca Yaros

“Argue with you about Books? I only pick fights I can win...”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“My House, My Chair, My Woman - Xaden Riorson”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“You are my Home -Xaden Riorson”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“Xaden Riorson is now in the business of keeping his mortal enemy alive.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Fascinating. You look all frail and breakable, but you're really a violent little thing, aren't you?”
― Rebecca Yaros

“If I’d been there, beyond the wards, I would have drained the very earth to its core to keep you safeâ€�
- Xaden Riorson”
― Rebecca yarros, Onyx Storm

“Fuck it. - Xaden Riorson”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Life doesn't come with a script. It's messy and unpredictable, but that's what makes it beautiful. We have to embrace the uncertainty and find the courage to leap into the unknown.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing