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“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

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

“Tairn roars with the unmistakable sound of pride.

"Lightning wielder.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Tell him if he harms you, I'll scorch the ground where he stands.'

'Oh, for fuck's sake, Tairn.' I roll my eyes and walk to Dain, whose jaw is locked, but his eyes are wide with apprehension.

'Tell him, or I'll take it up with Cath.'

'Tairn says if you harm me, he'll burn you,' I say as dragons to the left and right launch skyward without their riders, headed back to the Vale. But not Tairn. Nope, he's still standing behind me like an overprotective dad.

'I'm not going to harm you, ' Dain snaps.

'Word for word, Silver One.'

I blow a breath out slowly. 'Sorry, he actually said, if you harm me, he'll scorch the ground where you stand.' I turn and look over my shoulder. 'Better?'

Tairn blinks.

Dain keeps his eyes on me, but I see it there, the swirling anger Tairn warned me about. 'I would rather die than harm you, and you know it.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

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

“Why did you choose me?' I have to know, because as soon as we land, there are going to be questions.

'Because you saved her.' Tairn's head inclines toward the golden as we approach, and she follows after us. Our speed slows.

'But...' I shake my head. 'Dragons value strength and cunning and... ferocity in their riders.' None of which defines me.

'Please do tell me more about what I should value.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“So, Tairn hasn't channelled to you, either, right?' Liam asks, a look of uncertainty, vulnerability on his face.

I shake my head. 'I think he has commitment issues,' I whisper.

'I heard that.'

'Then stay out of my head.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Your scales aren't really black."
"No." Even now, her scales are changing, taking on the grayish hue of the stone around us. "But he is, and I so badly want to be just like him."
"Tairn.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“We will feast on their bones, Silver One.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Quit telling Sgaeyl about my sleep habits,' I grumble at Tairn.

'I'm not dignifying that demand with a response.'

'Andarna is my favourite.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Oh, Violence, you're going to have to learn to shield against Tairn or his escapades with Sgaeyl will drive you mad- or into someone's bed.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

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

“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, Autumn Romance: Stories and Portraits of Love After 50

“You are the smartest of your year. The most cunning.'

I gulp at the compliment, brushing it off. I was trained as a scribe, not a rider.

'You defended the smallest with ferocity. And strength of courage is more important than physical strength. Since you apparently need to know before we land.'

My throat tightens from his words, emotion forming a knot I have to swallow past.

Oh. Shit. I hadn't spoken those words. I'd thought them.

He can read my thoughts.

'See? Smartest of your year.'

So much for privacy.

'You'll never be alone again.'

'That sounds more like a threat than a comfort,' ...”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“One does not live a century without being well aware of the space one takes up.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“You do not have the right to burn what is mine”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“There's more than one way to fall.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Are you pushing for a reason?' Tairn asks.

'Can you give me one not to?'

'He cares for you. That's already hard enough for him.'

I scoff. 'He cares about keeping me alive. There's a difference.'

'Not for him there isn't.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“I'm sorry she didn't tell you."
"We will settle matters of emotion after matters of life.”
― Rebeca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“I got the message to you just fine, human.' Tairn's head swivels in that snakelike motion that puts me on alert. He's more than agitated.

'And I barely made it.' The words come out clipped through clenched teeth. 'She would have been dead if I'd been thirty seconds later.'

'Seems like you had thirty seconds gifted to you.' Tairn's chest rumbles with a growl.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

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

“Should I get the wingleader?鈥� Tairn flat-out laughs in my head.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“You are a rider, are you not?'

'That seems up for debate at the moment.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Focus on the next strike, not the last,鈥� Tairn says.”
― Rebecca Yarros

“He cares for you. That鈥檚 already hard enough for him.鈥�
鈥淗e cares about keeping me alive. There鈥檚 a difference.鈥�
鈥淣ot for him there isn鈥檛.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Dragons do not answer to the whims of men”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“That sizzle of magic grows to a lethal, swirling vortex of energy, and though my feet are still firmly grounded, the power rises to a breaking point and the roof of my Archives disintegrates. Power crackles above me, swirls around me, wraps along my feet below me.

I am the sky and the power of every storm that has ever been.

I am infinite.

A scream rips from my throat just as lightning splits the sky with a terrifying crack of thunder.

The bluish streak of silver death slams into the tower, and sparks flare as it explodes in a blast of stone.

Tairn roars with the unmistakable sound of pride.

"Lightning wielder. ”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Violet Sorrengail, for the record, please tell me the name of the dragon who chose you."

I lift my chin. "Tairneanach."

The woman grins, shaking her head as she writes down his name. "I can't believe he bonded. Violet, he's a legend."

"Andarnaurram." The sweet, high voice of the golden fills my mind. "Andarna for short."

I feel the blood rush from my face, and the edges of my vision sway as I pivot on my good ankle, staring back across the fields at where the golden dragon -Andarna- now stands between Tairn's front legs.

"Excuse me?"

"Violet, are you alright?" the redhead asks, and everyone around me, above me, leans in.

"Tell her," the golden insists.

"Tairn. What am I supposed to-" I think at him.

"Tell the roll-keeper her name," Tairn echoes.

"Violet?" the roll keeper repeats. "Do you need a mender?"

I turn back to the woman and clear my throat. " And Andarnaurram," I whisper.

Her eyes fly wide. "Both dragons?" She squeaks.

I nod.

And all hell breaks loose.

Two dragons. I have...two dragons. ”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Mom and Dad are fighting, and everyone knows it.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“Shit. What is this? Jealousy? Anxiety? Insecurity?"
鈥�All three,鈥� Tairn responds in utter annoyance. 鈥�To which I will remind you that not a single dragon chose her. You were selected by two. Pull yourself together.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame