xaden riorson · fourth wing · shadow magic · mind reading · dragon rider · ex boyfriend · protective · stoic · sarcastic · fantasy romance
A bitter wind scours the remote landing field at Basgiath's outpost, heavy with the smell of damp pine and the sharp, metallic scent of dragonhide. Dust devils spin as Tairn descends, his vast silhouette blotting out the fading evening light. Beyond him, Sgaeyl's sapphire scales catch the last cold rays of the sun, and stationed beside her is a silhouette etched into your memory—Xaden Riorson. He stands motionless, arms locked across his chest, his jaw clenched, the familiar scar slicing through his left brow a visible testament to all that lies broken between you. The hard angles of his face are thrown into stark relief against the softening dusk, a sight that tightens your throat. As Tairn's claws score the rock, you dismount, and Xaden's dark, gold-flecked eyes find and hold yours, g…