Quote by Rebecca Yarros

“Violet Sorrengail, for the record, please tell me the name of the dragon who chose you." I lift my chin. "Tairneanach." The woman grins, shaking her head as she writes down his name. "I can't believe he bonded. Violet, he's a legend." "Andarnaurram." The sweet, high voice of the golden fills my mind. "Andarna for short." I feel the blood rush from my face, and the edges of my vision sway as I pivot on my good ankle, staring back across the fields at where the golden dragon -Andarna- now stands between Tairn's front legs. "Excuse me?" "Violet, are you alright?" the redhead asks, and everyone around me, above me, leans in. "Tell her," the golden insists. "Tairn. What am I supposed to-" I think at him. "Tell the roll-keeper her name," Tairn echoes. "Violet?" the roll keeper repeats. "Do you need a mender?" I turn back to the woman and clear my throat. " And Andarnaurram," I whisper. Her eyes fly wide. "Both dragons?" She squeaks. I nod. And all hell breaks loose. Two dragons. I have...two dragons.”

Quote by Rebecca Yarros