Fourth Wing -

I knew that. Everyone knew that. My bones were too light, my frame too slender for the weight of dragon-scale armor. My eyes, a shade of hazel too soft for the killing fields, had been deemed “insufficient” by the Scribe Quadrant’s entrance exam. Too imaginative. Too prone to lying.

He stood, brushing the mud from his hands. Fourth Wing

The Unweathered

I threw myself forward.