Iron Flame

“Who the fuck’s flight jacket are you wearing?”

You’re going to love Violet. She’s smart and stubborn.
Reminds me a lot of you, actually.
You just have to remember when you meet her:
she’s not her mother.
—RECOVERED CORRESPONDENCE OF CADET LIAM MAIRI TO SLOANE MAIRI

“If Solas comes near you again, he knows I will devour his human whole and let him rot within me while his heart still beats, and then I’ll take the eye I so graciously left him.”

“Your signet manifested,” I whisper, my eyes straining to see into the cave opening. “You’re a siphon.”

The problem with mankind is we too often find our souls to be a fair price for power.

Violence, remember it’s only the body that’s fragile. You are unbreakable.

Blond hair and icy-blue eyes appear above me, and my heart plummets with the assassin’s body. Jack Barlowe.

“Sorrengail?” He lunges forward, grasping my wrists with an unbreakable grip.

“I’m so sorry,” I tell Tairn and prepare myself for the weightless moment that will be my last.

“I’ve got you!”

Lies are powerful tools.

“If Solas comes near you again, he knows I will devour his human whole and let him rot within me while his heart still beats, and then I’ll take the eye I so graciously left him.”

“That’s…graphic.” I’m not touching the question of their history with waves of anger still rolling off Tairn like a thunderstorm.

“The warning should be effective. For now.”

For the first time, I think I’ve actually managed to shock Xaden Riorson