Fourth Wing -

I threw myself forward.

Halfway across, the stone groaned.

“You’re shaking,” he observed, his voice a low rumble that competed with the storm. Fourth Wing

The Unweathered

Down. Down into the maw where broken bodies of failed cadets lay like offerings to the dragons nesting in the cliffs above. I saw a glint of bone. A scrap of maroon cloak. I threw myself forward