Fourth Wing (The Empyrean #1) by Rebecca Yarros EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Rebecca Yarros
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Conscription Day is always the deadliest. Maybe that’s why the sunrise is
especially beautiful this morning—because I know it might be my last.
I tighten the straps of my heavy canvas rucksack and trudge up the wide
staircase of the stone fortress I call home. My chest heaves with exertion,
my lungs burning by the time I reach the stone corridor leading to General
Sorrengail’s office. This is what six months of intense physical training has
given me—the ability to barely climb six flights of stairs with a thirtypound pack.
I’m so fucked.
The thousands of twenty-year-olds waiting outside the gate to enter their
chosen quadrant for service are the smartest and strongest in Navarre.
Hundreds of them have been preparing for the Riders Quadrant, the chance
to become one of the elite, since birth. I’ve had exactly six months.
The expressionless guards lining the wide hallway at the top of the
landing avoid my eyes as I pass, but that’s nothing new. Besides, being
ignored is the best possible scenario for me.
Basgiath War College isn’t known for being kind to…well, anyone, even
those of us whose mothers are in command.
Every Navarrian officer, whether they choose to be schooled as healers,
scribes, infantry, or riders, is molded within these cruel walls over three
years, honed into weapons to secure our mountainous borders from the
violent invasion attempts of the kingdom of Poromiel and their gryphon
riders. The weak don’t survive here, especially not in the Riders Quadrant.
The dragons make sure of that.
“You’re sending her to die!” a familiar voice thunders through the
general’s thick wooden door, and I gasp. There’s only one woman on the
Continent foolish enough to raise her voice to the general, but she’s
supposed to be on the border with the Eastern Wing. Mira.
There’s a muffled response from the office, and I reach for the door
handle.
“She doesn’t stand a chance,” Mira shouts as I force the heavy door open
and the weight of my pack shifts forward, nearly taking me down. Shit.
The general curses from behind her desk, and I grab onto the back of the
crimson-upholstered couch to catch my balance.
“Damn it, Mom, she can’t even handle her rucksack,” Mira snaps,
rushing to my side.
“I’m fine!” My cheeks heat with mortification, and I force myself
upright. She’s been back for five minutes and is already trying to save me.
Because you need saving, you fool.
I don’t want this. I don’t want any part of this Riders Quadrant shit. It’s
not like I have a death wish. I would have been better off failing the
admission test to Basgiath and going straight to the army with the majority
of conscripts. But I can handle my rucksack, and I will handle myself.
“Oh, Violet.” Worried brown eyes look down at me as strong hands brace
my shoulders.
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