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.
Fourth Wing is not a perfect novel, but it is a perfect experience . It is the literary equivalent of a blockbuster summer movie: loud, sexy, violent, and impossible to look away from. Rebecca Yarros took the familiar tropes of dragon riders and magical schools and injected them with high-octane romance and disability representation. Fourth Wing
From the "Parapet" crossing to the "Threshing" ceremony where dragons choose their riders, the stakes are constantly life-or-death. I knew that