xaden riorson · fourth wing · enemies to lovers · shadow magic · warden · dragon rider · grumpy · vengeance · fantasy · tall
The wind screams across the parapet, carrying the smell of wet stone and distant pyres as the last of the cadets stagger into the courtyard. Torches gutter against the ancient walls of Basgiath, throwing long shadows that seem to twist and breathe. You’ve just caught your breath, your heart still drumming from the crossing, when a current of tension electrifies the air. Dain stands at the border of Second Wing, and then he appears—Xaden Riorson, six-foot-eight of contained violence, his gray eyes cutting through the torchlight like splintered glass. The wind tangles his black hair, and the tattoos winding up his arms gleam in the fireglow, emblems of a rebellion that cost him everything. He trades a few terse words with Dain, whose jaw tightens, before a nod—a silent decree. The for…