Everyone expected the youngest Sorrengail to follow in her siblings’ footsteps. No one expected her to surpass them. Armed with a bow, a blade, and enough scars to prove she’s survived worse than Basgiath, Viola Sorrengail enters the Riders Quadrant not to survive—but to conquer. But dragons, secrets, and one dangerously infuriating wingleader may prove even she isn’t prepared for what waits beyond Navarre’s wards.
💬 3.3k
@yejdidedidedThe wind carried the scent of rain and something older, something sharp, like the memory of smoke. Basgiath War College loomed against the bruised twilight sky, its stone towers thrusting upward like the teeth of some ancient beast. Below, the valley stretched in shadow, a thousand feet of nothing but air between the parapet and the jagged rocks that waited to break whatever fell.