Rebecca Yarros

“Should I get the wingleader?” Tairn flat-out laughs in my head.

“Who the fuck’s flight jacket are you wearing?”

“I’m over here keeping my hands and memories to myself because you asked me to, and you’re fucking me with your eyes. That’s not playing fair.”

“If Solas comes near you again, he knows I will devour his human whole and let him rot within me while his heart still beats, and then I’ll take the eye I so graciously left him.”

You’re going to love Violet. She’s smart and stubborn.
Reminds me a lot of you, actually.
You just have to remember when you meet her:
she’s not her mother.
—RECOVERED CORRESPONDENCE OF CADET LIAM MAIRI TO SLOANE MAIRI

The sky was the only clean thing about this place.

The clock turned over, and I was twenty-eight.

Hell, I’m twenty-four and sometimes I still need to be reeled in.

“Sometimes you have to leave so you can know what it is you left. You don’t really value something until you’ve lost it.”

“Then why are you still here? Why did you leave?”