The months have been good to Tiberias Calore. A life of war suits him. He seems vibrant and alive, even after narrowly escaping death on the walls.
— Victoria Aveyard
Cal stares ahead, as if his eyes alone can set the entire world on fire. I think he wants to. That would make this easier.
— Victoria Aveyard
Only his eyes remain the same. Bronze, red-gold, like iron brought to blazing heat. — Victoria Aveyard
I know!" he growls back, his voice guttural. I wonder if all of his fire kind have eyes like his. Eyes that burn and smolder. — Victoria Aveyard
For a storm is certainly coming, whether from my hand or someone else's.and i have no idea who will survive the dawn — Victoria Aveyard
When his flame falls, my lightning rises, and so on. — Victoria Aveyard
