Fourth Wing (RECOMMENDED)

Because for the first time in my life, I wasn’t reading about the storm.

I collapsed to my knees, heaving.

A crack spiderwebbed beneath my left foot. The ancient mortar, dissolved by a century of autumn rains, gave way. A chunk the size of my fist tumbled into the abyss. I didn’t hear it land. Fourth Wing

Slick, black granite glistened under a bruised sky, each gust of wind from the Dragon’s Spine sending a fine spray of rain across the narrow bridge. Three hundred feet below, the jagged teeth of the ravine waited to pulverize whatever flesh lost its nerve. Because for the first time in my life,