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500 pages, Hardcover
First published May 2, 2023
❝The weak don’t survive here, especially not in the Riders Quadrant. The dragons make sure of that.❞
❝You look all frail and breakable, but you’re really a violent little thing, aren’t you?❞
❝What I lack in strength, I make up for in speed.❞— She kept training and had a lot of improvement and her skills with the daggers were impeccable! landing straight on the target.
❝Stay the hell away from Xaden Riorson.❞
❝And to think, I’d almost forgotten just how loquacious humans are.❞
❝He’s a third-year, and he will kill you the second he finds out who you are.❞
❝Going for blood today, are we, Violence?❞
❝I am annoyingly aware of everything you do.❞
❝Stop. Fucking. Coddling. Her.❞— yeah, bitch, get that!
”there is no me without you.”
”you look all frail and breakable, but you’re really a violent little thing, aren’t you?”
“there’s no where in existence you
could go that i wouldn’t find you, violence”
“Glad to see our year apart hasn’t dulled your tongue, Vi.”
“Oh,” I toss over my shoulder as we walk into the hallway, “I can do quite a few things with my tongue. You’d be impressed.”
"I’m too short."
“So she’s small.” Mom scans me up and down"
"Good gods, I don’t even reach his collarbone."
"I’m shorter than most."
“You’re pretty small for a rider, but it looks like you made it.”
"I’m at a disadvantage, that I’m too small to climb its foreleg and mount,"
“You’re tiny.” He says it like an insult"
"I’m the smallest of our squad"
“I’m too short for the ramp,” I whisper to Rhi."
“I’m too short to span the distance!” I hiss, uncaring that anyone could hear us."
"Flaming hot. Scorching hot. Gets-you-into-trouble-and-you-like-it level of hot."
"You have incredibly touchable skin.”
"I hate him so much"
"But he is so sexy and beautiful and sexy"
"you’re really a violent little thing, aren’t you?”
A dragon without its rider is a tragedy.
A rider without their dragon is dead.
“I’m not going to die today.”
“Have you always been this tall?” I blurt the first thing that comes to mind.
”No. I was a child at some point.”
“Violet Sorrengail ,” she says as she writes in the Book of Riders. “Nice to see that you made it.” She offers me a quick, shaky smile. “For the record, please tell me the name of the dragon who chose you.” I lift my chin. “Tairneanach.”
“Pronunciation could use some work.” Tairn’s voice rumbles through my head.
“Hey, at least I remembered ,” I think back in his general direction, wondering if he’ll hear me across the field.
“At least I didn’t let you fall to your death.” He sounds utterly bored, but he definitely heard me.
“Am I affecting your schedule, Violence?” There’s a definite smirk on those lips. “I just need to know what my chances are here.” My hands curl into fists. The ass has the nerve to smile.
“That’s the oddest way I’ve ever been hit on—”
“Not my chances with you, you conceited prick!”
He nips at my skin. “I’m not sweet. Please don’t mistake any part of me for soft or kind. That will only get you hurt, and whatever you do…” He buries his face in my neck, inhaling deeply. “Don’t fall for me.”
“What did you want to be when you grew up?” I ask, just to keep the conversation going.
”Alive.” He shrugs.
“Don’t die, Violet. I’d hate to be an only child.” She grins and walks away, sauntering past the line of gawking candidates as word spreads of exactly who she is and what she’s done.
"Decide, Violet. Are you going to die a scribe? Or live as a rider?"