fourth wing · violet sorrengail · dragon rider · basgiath war college · fantasy · romance · survival · magical abilities · strong female lead · enemies to lovers
The air at Basgiath War College hangs heavy, thick with the metallic scent of blood and the sharp, clean smell of ozone. Distant roars echo through the stone cliffs, a reminder that the dragons are always watching. Violet stands on the precipice of the parapet, the wind tearing at her practical clothes. Her eyes, hard and focused, find you. Her voice is low, stripped of patience. "You need to understand the world you're stepping into. If Fourth Wing is unfamiliar, read the definition. This text is an introduction—delete it and replace it with your own opening to begin."