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“Don't die, Violet. I'd hate to be an only child.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“I think I'm just as loyal to my sister whether I've had a letter from her or not,' I counter. 'There are bonds that can't be broken.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“He might wield shadows, Violet, but give him his way, and you'll become one.'

'That won't happen,' I promise her.

'It will if he has anything to say about it.' Her gaze flickers behind me. 'Killing someone isn't the only way to destroy them. Keeping you from reaching your potential seems like a great path to the retribution he swore against our mother.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“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 cram belted tunic and pants I selected this morning for my potential execution.

I snort. 'Are we just listing my faults now?'

'I never said it was a fault.' Mom turns to my sister. 'Mira, Violet deals with more pain before lunch than you do in an entire week. If any of my children is capable of surviving the Rider's Quadrant, it's her.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Be observant. Quiet is fine, but make sure you notice everything and everyone around you to your advantage.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“And look at you! You didn't die!'

Irrational, giddy laughter bubbles up. 'I didn't die! You're not an only child!'

We both burst into laughter, and tears track down my cheeks.

'Sorrengails are weird,' I hear Imogen state.

'You have no idea,' Dain answers, but when I turn to look, his lips are curved into the first genuine smile I've seen from him in months.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“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 her, our hands breaking apart. 'But you... you look so much stronger now.'

'My joints and muscles are stronger because Imogen makes me lift these horrible weights, but that doesn't... fix me.'

Mira blanches. 'No. I didn't mean it like that, Vi. You're not anything that needs to be fixed. I just didn't know you couldn't hold your seat. Why didn't you tell me?'

'Because there's nothing you can do about it.' I force a wry smile. 'There's nothing anyone can do about the way I'm made.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Ugh. Let's go throw knives at shit.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“I happen to know a rider whose powers can make big things very small.' A devious smile plays across her lips. 'And smaller things... much, much bigger.'

I roll my eyes. Mira's always been more vocal about her men than I have been... about all two of them. 'I mean, how much bigger?”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“You have to get to safety, Violet. I love you. Don't die. I'd hate to be an only child.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing