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‘My dear old fish,’ said Mr Wonka, ‘go and boil your head!’

‘I am a little deaf in my left ear,’ Mr Wonka said. ‘You must forgive me if I don’t hear everything you say.' 

Everything in this room is edible. Even I'm edible. But, that would be called canibalism. It is looked down upon in most societies.

“Thank you, Liam. Thank you for being my shadow. Thank you for being my friend.” He blurs in my
vision as the tears come faster.
“It’s been. My honor.” Liam’s chest rattles as his lungs struggle.
Tell me Mrs Yarros, did you have to kill him? Was that necessary? Was it required to kill such a sweet character? Why do authors make a character so likeable only to have them killed later on like :,)

“I’m not dying,” Dylan says with way more confidence than I feel as he tugs a necklace from under his tunic to reveal a ring dangling from the chain.

“You’re not listening.” His voice lowers. “I. Am. Here. Tairn didn’t drag her back to Basgiath. He didn’t break through her shields and pour his emotions into her. He didn’t demand she fly across the fucking kingdom.
Your sister is still right here. I’m the one who left my post, my position, and my executive officer in charge of my wing. She’s not missing out on shit.”

“She is not a child. She’s a full-grown woman. A rider. Start treating her like one and at least have the decency to give her the truth. You think Melgren or any other general—to include her own mother—is going to let her sit on a power like this? It’s not like she can hide it, not the way she just demolished one of the practice forts.” 

“By defeating invading armies before they get the chance to hurt civilians. You want to keep Rhiannon’s nephew alive in that little border village? This is how. You want to keep Mira alive when she’s behind enemy lines? This. Is. How. You are not just a weapon, Sorrengail. You are the weapon. You train this ability, own it, and you’ll have the power to defend an entire kingdom.” He smooths back more wind-loosened tendrils of my hair behind my ears, clearing my vision so I have no excuse but to see the honesty in his eyes.

“That is…” Rhiannon murmurs beside me.
“It sure is,” I agree.
“Stop objectifying our wingleader,” Liam teases.
“Is that what we’re doing?” Rhiannon asks, not bothering to look away.
My mouth waters at the muscled expanse of his back and that sculpted ass. “Yeah, I think that’s what we’re doing.”

“You’re making us look bad. Stop it.”

“Now get in the seat and actually hold on this time, or no one is going to believe that I’ve actually chosen you,” he growls.

“Please, do tell me more about what I should value.”Sarcasm drips from his tone.

“You’re worthy. At least I think you are, but you apparently don’t pay attention in class.” He chuffs and a warm puff of steam blasts the back of my neck.

“They’re accommodations for me. I’ve seen your memories. I’m not about to have you sticking daggers into my leg to climb up. Now let’s go.”

“Annoys you?” Tairn chuckles above me, the sound like a chuffing cat.
“Is that what you call it when your heart rate—”

“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.

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

“Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It’s disgusting, and I can’t stop.”

“Everything is spiraling into chaos anyway,” says Cardan. “Might as well have some fun. Don’t you think, Jude?”

“If you two are going to be disgusting on your wedding day,” Kenji says over his shoulder, “could you at least whisper? It’s close quarters in this crowd, okay? No one wants to hear your filthy conversations.”

And I feel as if I’ve stepped into a strange, alternate reality, into a world where I didn’t think I’d ever belong. I could never have anticipated that somehow, somewhere along this tumultuous path— I’d acquired friends.

“Did you know, I once watched a dog vomit—and then proceed to eat its own vomit.”
“Okay, but—”
"And then vomit. Again.”
Sam crosses her arms. “That was one dog.”
“Another dog once defecated right in front of me while I was patrolling a compound.”
“That’s perfectly norm—”
“After which it promptly ate its own feces.”