Quotes About Struggle

before she could scream. Kestrel clutched at the blood pouring from her neck and staggered back, pummeled by the wind. Blister took another step and stabbed Kestrel in the heart with her poisonous tail. The SkyWing collapsed to the rocks, thrashing in agony. Her mouth opened to scream curses or breathe fire at her murderers, but only dark red blood bubbled out.

I am not in love with a dragon I am sworn to hate.

His intense joy — so much to read! Surely everything he could wish for had to be in here, all the answers to all his questions — warred with deep, paralyzing anxiety. How would he ever learn all this?

Clay, stop, STOP IT. Stop dying RIGHT NOW." Her normally

He was the idiot who fell over his claws in the first chapter, had to be rescued in the fourth, nearly ruined the whole plan in the ninth, and ran away at the end, or died, if he was really extra stupid. So

The light, the light, the light wanted him out, wanted to run its talons over his wings, drip through his scales, fill him with silver power. He wanted that power, too, all of it, all of it.

WHAT WAS THIS. WHY DID IT HURT SO MUCH. WHO COULD SHE SET ON FIRE TO MAKE IT STOP.

But this new fear was like termites in her skull, much more constant and present and squirming through all of her thoughts.

EVERYTHING HURTS AND I HATE THE WORLD.

He looked at the animus-touched bracelets on his wrists again, itching to use them against Darkstalker. He wanted to throw a lightning bolt into the NightWing's grinning face.

Nothing is all right, nothing, she caught from Sora's brain. There were fragments of terror and memories of battles and fire jolting through the mud pool in Sora's mind, and she could tell Sora really would have preferred to be tranquilized again, but she'd forced herself to come down here. Icicle,

It was sort of difficult to rage-fly on the power of hating HiveWings when there were two HiveWings flying right alongside her, being extremely noisy and distracting

Starflight had been terrified plenty of times since leaving the caves where he grew up.

This white dragon had done something terrible that haunted him, and he might do worse someday.

Another dragon tried to take to the air to see the storm, but the wind immediately caught him and whirled him away into the clouds, screaming. Qibli stared after him, stricken with horror.

But you can't kill Darkstalker,

Burn and Blister,

It turned out, though, that there was one thing Burn loved more than mutilating animals, and that was war.

If so, it was bad, it was very, very bad that a part of him was tempted not to stop them.

OW! MOONFIRE AND STAR VOMIT!" Darkstalker shouted, clutching his face. "HEAL, by all the snakes!

This is already backfiring," Winter muttered.

How am I going to last even a month without stabbing my claws through his superior eyeballs?

Turn your eyes, your wings, your fire To the land across the sea Where dragons are poisoned and dragons are dying And no one can ever be free.

oppressively hot in a sweltering, we're-being-boiled-alive-in-our-