Fourth Wing Quotes

“Have you always been this tall?' I blurt the first thing that comes to mind.

'No, I was a child at some point.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“I hold up my middle finger and keep my eyes forward. Not that I don't like Liam, but I'm still pissed at Xaden for assigning him.

Liam snorts and grins, flashing his dimple. 'And now he's glaring. Tell me, is it fun pissing off the most powerful rider in the quadrant?'

'You could try it yourself and find out,' I suggest, opening my notebook to the next empty page. I can't turn around. I won't. Wanting Xaden is fine. It has to be. Indulging the impulses it gives me? That's asinine.

'That's going to be a no from me.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“His thumbs stroke over the soft skin under my ears, and his gaze drops before he suddenly lets go and retreats a full step. 'Damn it. Touching you was a bad idea.'

'The worst.' I agree, but my tongue skims my lower lip.

He groans and my core melts at the sound. 'Kissing you would be a cataclysmic mistake.'

'Calamitous.' What would it take to hear that groan again?

The inches between us feel like kindling, ready to burn at the first suggestion of hear, and I'm a living, breathing flame. This is everything I should run from, and yet denying the primal attraction I feel is completely, utterly impossible.

'We'll both regret it.' He shakes his head, but there's more than hunger in his eyes as he stares at my lips.

'Naturally,' I whisper. But knowing I'll regret it doesn't stop me from wanting it- wanting him. Regretting is a problem for future Violet.

'Fuck it.'

One second he's out of reach and the next his mouth is on mine, hot and insistent.

Gods, yes. This is exactly what I need.”
― 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

“I love the days when my body cooperates.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Holy. Fucking. Hot.”
― 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

“Xaden studies me with an intensity that makes me sway towards him. 'You are astonishing.' He shakes his head. 'I couldn't do that for weeks.'

'Guess I have a superior teacher.' The emotion swelling through me is more than joy. It's euphoria that has me grinning like a fool. I'm finally not only good at something, but astonishing.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Go away unless you have something useful to say.'

'Move faster. You'll be less likely to die. How's that for useful?”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“He stares at me in disbelief. 'You know what? We're not fighting tonight. Not if you want to learn how to shield.'

'Fine. We're not fighting. Teach me.' I tilt my chin. Gods, I barely reach his collarbone.

'Ask me nicely.' He leans closer.

'Have you always been this tall?' I blurt the first thing that comes to mind.

'No, I was a a child at some point.'

I roll my eyes.

'Ask me nicely, Violence,' he whispers. 'Or I'm gone.'
...

'Right then. All right. Will you teach me to shield?'

A smile curves his mouth, and my gaze drops to his lips. 'Say please.'

'Are you always this difficult?'

'Only when I know I have something you need. What can I say, I like making you squirm. It's like a sweet little slice of payback for what you've put me through these last couple of months.' He brushes the snow off my hair.

'What I've put you through?' Unbelieveable.

'You've scared me nearly to death once or twice, so I think saying please is a fair request.'

Like he's ever played fair a day in his life. I take a deep breath, and swat at a snowflake that lands on my nose. 'As you prefer. Xaden?' I smile sweetly up at him and inch a little closer. 'Would you pretty, pretty please teach me how to shield before I accidentally climb you like a tree and we both wake up with regrets?'

'Oh, I'm firmly in control of my faculties.' He smiles again, and I feel it like a caress.

Dangerous. This is so damn dangerous.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“And since you asked so nicely.' He adjusts his stance and brings both his hands up to my cheeks, cradling my face before sliding them back to hold my head. 'Close your eyes.'

'It requires touching me?' My eyes flutter shut at the sensation of his skin against mine.

'Not at all. Just one of the perks of not thinking too clearly. You have incredibly touchable skin.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“I jolt at the simple knowledge that there's nothing he could do that I wouldn't welcome. I want him.

Only him. Here. Now. Anywhere. Whenever.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“So, if we win, we get a chance to die sooner?' Rhiannon whispers.

'Maybe they're trying a reverse psychology thing.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“You are slightly stuck with him for...' He makes a face. 'Well, forever.'

'Or until one of us dies,' I joke, but it falls flat...”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“You choose the oddest times to defend her, Aetos,' Xaden all but rolls his eyes as he looks at Dain. 'And the most convenient times not to.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Forget second thoughts. I just want more.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Anyway, is it hard for you to be in here? Or is it more of a comfort thing?'
...
'It feels like coming home, but not. And it's not that it's changed- this place never changes. Hell, I think change is the mortal enemy of a scribe. But I'm starting to realise that I've changed. I don't quite fit here. Not anymore.'

'Yeah. I get that.' Something in his voice tells me he really does.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

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

“You're a shameless flirt.'

'Thank you.' He grins and goes back to carving.

'It wasn't a compliment.'

'Don't mind her, she's just sexually frustrated. Makes a girl crabby.'
...
'That has nothing to do with it.' Gods, could she have said that a little louder?

'And yet I don't hear you denying it.' She smiled sweetly at me.

'I'm sorry I don't make the cut,' Liam teases. 'But I'm sure Riorson would be fine with my reviewing a couple candidates, especially if it means you'll stop flipping him off in front of his entire wing.'

'And how exactly would you be reviewing candidates? What will you be scoring?' Rhiannon asks, one eyebrow raised above her wide grin. 'This I have to hear.'

I manage a straight face for all of two seconds before laughing at how horrified he suddenly looks. 'Thanks for the offer, though. I'll make sure to run any potential liaisons by you.'

'I mean, you could watch,' Rhiannon continues, blinking innocently at him. 'Just to be sure she's fully covered. You know, so no one... sticks it to her.'

'Oh, are we telling dick jokes now?' Ridoc asks from Liam's side. 'Because my entire life has led up to this moment.'

Even Sawyer laughs.

'Fuck me,' Liam mutters under his breath.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“That is...' Rhiannon murmurs beside me.

'It sure is,' I agree.

'Stop objectifying your 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.'

Liam snorts.

'We could just be watching for technique.'

'Yeah. We absolutely could be.' But I'm not.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“She's only alive because of you,' Jack spits, but the blood drains from his face.

'Right, because I'm the one who buried a dagger in your shoulder at Threshing.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Want some? Unless you're here to continue our earlier argument, in which case, none for you.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Guard her like you're me.'

'You mean like I'm six inches taller and built like a bull?' Ridoc gives him a thumbs-up. 'Sure. I'll do my best. In the meantime, you'd better run.'

Liam's gaze finds mine. 'Stay alive.'

'Working on it, and not just for my sake.' I give him a smile. 'Thanks for being a great shadow.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“...power can quickly turn and control you.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“You ran,' I snarl, wishing I could lunge forward and beat the shit out of him, but forcing my feet to stay planted where they are. 'That day in the field, you fucking ran when it was three on one, and we both know when it comes down to it, you'll run again. That's what cowards do.'

Jack flushes, his eyes nearly bugging out of his face.

'Oh, for fuck's sake, Violet,' Dain mutters.

'She's not wrong,' Xaden drawls.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“You're actually going to help me?'

'I've been helping you for months.' His hand flexes at my waist, and I swear I can feel the warmth of his touch through my cloak and leathers.

'No, you sent Liam to help. He's been helping me for months. My forehead puckers. 'Weeks. Almost months. Whatever.'

He has the nerve to look offended. 'I'm the one who burst through your door and killed everyone who attacked you, and then I removed the other threat to your life with a very public, very polarising display of vengeance. Liam didn't do that. I did.'

'The crowd wasn't polarised. They were all for it. I was there.'

'You were torn. In fact, you begged Tairn not to kill her, damn well knowing she'd just come after you again.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“You have to go.' HIs words are clipped and at odds with the heat in his eyes, his ragged breaths.

'Why?' The cold is a shock to my system without his body heat.

'Because I can't.' He rakes both hands through his hair and leaves them on the top of his head. 'And I refuse to act on desire that isn't yours. So you have to walk back up those steps. Now.'

I shake my head. 'But I want-' Everything.

'This isn't your want.' He tilts his head up at the sky. 'That's the fucking problem. And I can't leave you out here on your own, so have just a little mercy on me and go.'

Silence ices over between us as I get ahold of myself. He's saying no.

And the shitty part about it isn't the chill of chivalrous rejection. It's that he's right. This started because I couldn't tell Tairn's emotions from my own. But those emotions are gone, aren't they? My door is wide open, and I don't feel anything coming from Tairn's direction.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Second thoughts?' She tilts her head, studying me. 'You look like maybe there are third thoughts, even.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“It might be convenient for you to want to talk after weeks of ignoring me, but I have class right now.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“When you told me that this place strips everything away from you to reveal what's underneath, I was afraid. What if underneath the brittle bones and frail ligaments, there was just more weakness? Only this time, I wouldn't be able to blame my body.'

'You've never been weak to me, Vi-' Dain starts, but I shake my head.

'Don't you get it?' I interrupt. 'It doesn't matter what you think- it only matters what I think. And you were right. But the Riders Quadrant stripped away the fear and even the anger about being thrown into this quadrant, and it revealed who I really am. At my core, Dain, I'm a rider. Tairn knew it. Andarna knew it. It's why they chose me. And until you can stop looking for ways to keep me in a glass cage, we aren't going to get past things no matter how many years of friendship we have between us.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing