“Voices in the wind ripple of oats, voices At the back of the blood, at the back of the brain, Below the deepest roots of the trees, the blown shouting trees, Below the oats, below the rocks, below the islands, Behind the ploughing and the sowing, the harvesting and threshing, At the back of life.” LifeSowingVoicesOatsPloughingHarvestingHebridesThreshing Book:A Girl Must Live: Stories and Poems Source: A Girl Must Live: Stories and Poems
“Let's go, Violet Sorrengail.' He lifts his head, and the golden dragon peeks out from under his wing. 'How do you know my name?' I gawk up at him. 'And to think, I'd almost forgotten just how loquacious humans are.' He sighs, the gust of his breath rattling the trees. 'Get on my back.' Oh. Shit. He's choosing... me. 'Get on your back?' I repeat like a fucking parrot. 'Have you seen you? Do you have any idea how huge you are?' I'd need a damned ladder to get up there. The look he gives me can only be described as annoyance. 'One does not live a century without being well aware of the space one takes up. Now get on.” ArguingVioletFourth WingViolet SorrengailDragonRebecca YarrosTairnThreshingAdarnaGet On Book:Fourth Wing Source: Fourth Wing