Fourth Wing

A dragon without its rider is a tragedy. A rider without their dragon is dead.

“Killing you wouldn’t be any trouble, Violence. It’s leaving you alive that seems to cause the majority of my trouble.”

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

“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.”

I’m not going to the scribes.”

Fuck him and his laughter. I might be weaker than he is, but I’m a hell of a lot smarter.

Knowing I am in direct disagreement with General Melgren’s orders, I am officially objecting to the plan set forth in today’s briefing. It is not this general’s opinion that the children of the rebellion’s leaders should be forced to witness their parents’ executions. No child should watch their parent put to death.
—THE TYRRISH REBELLION, AN OFFICIAL BRIEF FOR
KING TAURI BY GENERAL LILITH SORRENGAIL

Even King Tauri’s second son died during his Threshing.

Once bonded, riders can’t live without their dragons, but most dragons can live just fine after us. It’s why they choose carefully, so they’re not humiliated by picking a coward, not that a dragon would ever admit to making a mistake.

Guess everyone wants to be a dragon rider until they’re actually twenty feet away from one.