Imogen Fourth Wing Quotes

I’ve always thought she was a better match for you.” “I know the feeling well. And you are strong and fierce and have a ruthless streak, too. Not to mention you’re the smartest person I’ve ever met. That mind of yours is sexy as hell. Imogen and I are just friends. Trust me, she wasn’t looking at me, and even if she were…Gods help me, I’m only looking at you.

She can be taught.' 'She's a quick learner,' I retort. 'That remains to be seen.' He backs up two steps, putting a little space between us before crooking his fingers at me again. 'You're made your damn point,' I snap loud enough that I hear Imogen gasp. 'Trust me, I've barely gotten started.

Why do you think riders wear black anyway?” “Because it’s badass,” Ridoc answers from behind me. “So it’s harder to see when we bleed,” Imogen chimes in.

And look at you! You didn't die!' Irrational, giddy laughter bubbles up. 'I didn't die! You're not an only child!' We both burst into laughter, and tears track down my cheeks. 'Sorrengails are weird,' I hear Imogen state. 'You have no idea,' Dain answers, but when I turn to look, his lips are curved into the first genuine smile I've seen from him in months.

And you are strong and fierce and have a ruthless streak, too. Not to mention you're the smartest person I've ever met. That mind of yours is sexy as hell. Imogen and I are just friends. Trust me, she wasn't looking at me, and even if she were...' He pauses, his hand slipping to cradle the back of my head as holds us steady despite the gusting wind. 'Gods help me, I'm only looking at you.

First thing. Who wants to be in command?” Imogen asks, looking at the ten of us. Ridoc throws his hand in the air. Rhiannon turns and forces it back down. “No.” She shakes her head. “You’ll turn this into some kind of prank.” “Fair point.” He shrugs.

You want a list of my flaws?' I roll my eyes. 'My thighs are too weak, but I'm building muscle. My hands can't grip the pommel, but they're getting stronger. It took weeks for my biceps to heal, so I'm training that one, too. But you don't have to worry about me, Dain- Imogen is training me.

It says our mission is to survive if we can.” Oh gods. Dain read my memories without my permission. He must have told his father to where they’ve been sneaking off. I’ve unknowingly betrayed Xaden…betrayed them all. “That’s not…” Garrick shakes his head. “Guys, this is bad,” Liam shouts, and Imogen races to his side. “This isn’t your fault,” Xaden says to me, then rips his gaze from mine and turns to his friends, who are running down the ramparts to join us. “We’ve been sent here to die.

You can't keep your seat?' 'No.' It's barely a whisper, and the heat of embarrassment scorches my skin.' 'How the hell can you not?' Her mouth hangs open. 'Because I'm not you"' I shout. She rears back like I've slapped her, our hands breaking apart. 'But you... you look so much stronger now.' 'My joints and muscles are stronger because Imogen makes me lift these horrible weights, but that doesn't... fix me.' Mira blanches. 'No. I didn't mean it like that, Vi. You're not anything that needs to be fixed. I just didn't know you couldn't hold your seat. Why didn't you tell me?' 'Because there's nothing you can do about it.' I force a wry smile. 'There's nothing anyone can do about the way I'm made.

When do we get to kill Violet Sorrengail?” a guy toward the back asks. My blood turns to ice. The murmur of assent among the group sends a jolt of terror down my spine. “Yeah, Xaden,” Imogen says sweetly, lifting her pale green eyes to him. “When do we get to finally have our revenge?

Xaden fires back as he moves to the side, discarding every weapon on his body—and there’s a lot of them—and handing them to Imogen. The bitter, illogical taste of jealousy fills my mouth,

I don’t know why we’re bothering to warn them.” “Warn us?” Xaden’s head cocks to the side. “We lost a village in the vicinity to a horde of venin two days ago. They decimated everything.” I startle, my eyes flying wide. She just said what? “Venin never come this far west,” Imogen says from my left. Venin. Yep, that’s what they both said. What the actual hell? I’d think someone was fucking with me if not for the two enormous gryphons looming behind the pair of riders. But no one is laughing. “Until now,” the woman replies, turning her gaze back to Xaden. “They were unmistakably venin and had one of their—” “Don’t say anything else,” Xaden interrupts. “You know that none of us can know the details or we put everything at risk. All it takes is one of us being interrogated.

Riorson, you’ll establish your headquarters for Fourth Wing at Athebyne. Wingleaders, assemble your headquarters squads at your own discretion, pulling from any and all riders within your wings. Consider this a test of leadership, as there are no limitations in a real-world scenario. You will receive the updated orders once you reach your selected outposts for this five-day exercise.” He steps back. Athebyne? That’s beyond the wards…that’s where Xaden flew his secretive mission. My gaze seeks out his, but he’s focused on the colonel. “Five whole days? This is going to be so much fun,” Heaton exclaims with terrifying glee, running their hand over the purple flames dyed into their hair. “We’re going to pretend war.” “Yeah,” Imogen adds quietly. “I think we are.” “Just like real life, you squad leaders need to make your choices quickly, then report to the flight field within thirty minutes,” Panchek decrees. “You’re dismissed.

We’re riders,” Imogen says as another explosion sounds. “We defend the defenseless. That’s what we do.” “You saved every single one of us here, cousin,” Bodhi says. “And we’re thankful. Now, I’d like to do what we’ve trained for, and if it means I don’t go home, then I guess my soul will be commended to Malek. I wouldn’t mind seeing my mother anyway.” “I’ll tell you the same thing I did after Threshing our first year when we decided to start smuggling weaponry out,” Garrick says. “You kept us alive all these years; we get to decide how we die. I’m with you.” “Exactly!” Soleil says, drumming her fingertips just above the dagger sheathed at her thigh. “I’m in.” Liam steps forward so he stands at my side. “We watched as our parents were executed because they had the courage to do the right thing. I’d like to think my death would be just as honorable.

My chest tightens. Their parents died to expose the truth while mine sacrificed my brother to keep this heinous secret. “Agreed.” Imogen nods. They all do. One by one, everyone agrees, until there’s only me. Xaden captures my gaze. If you think you’ll ever convince a Sorrengail to risk their neck for anyone outside their own borders, then you’re a fool. Isn’t that what the flier said at the lake? Fuck that. “Tairn?” It’s not just me going to war. “We will feast on their bones, Silver One.” Graphic, but point made. I will not leave innocent people to die, no matter what side of the border they live on. I will not let my squadmates risk their lives while I run, despite the plea I see in Xaden’s eyes. At least Rhiannon, Sawyer, and Ridoc aren’t here. They’ll live to be second-years. Mira will understand. I have no doubt that she would do the same. And as for Mom… The dagger on her desk means she knows and has done nothing to stop it. Guess I’ll be the second child she sacrifices to keep the existence of venin a secret. “I’ve been defenseless,” I tell Xaden, lifting my chin. “And now I’m a rider. Riders fight.” The others shout in agreement. A thousand emotions cross his

All right.” I rock back on my heels, letting my mind whirl through a plan. “I know Ridoc can wield ice, Rhiannon can retrieve, Sawyer can manipulate metal, Imogen can mind-wipe recent memories—” “And I’m fast,” she adds. Something she has in common with Xaden. “Heaton, what about you?” I ask. “I can breathe underwater,” they answer. I blink. “Awesome, but I don’t think that’s going to come in handy if we do this. Emery?” “I can control wind.” He grins. “A lot of wind.” All right, that one could be defensively useful, but not quite what I’m looking for. My boots squeak on the floor as I turn to face her. “Quinn?” “I can astral project. Keep my body in one place and then walk around somewhere else.

She can be taught.” “She’s a quick learner,” I retort. “That remains to be seen.” He backs up two steps, putting a little space between us before crooking his fingers at me again. “You’ve made your damn point,” I snap loud enough that I hear Imogen gasp. “Trust me, I’ve barely gotten started.

By what?” Imogen asks. “Venin,” Liam responds. My stomach drops. “You’re positive?” Xaden asks. Liam nods. “As sure as I can be without having actually seen them before. Four of them. Purple robes. Distended red veins spidering all around bright red eyes. Creepy as shit.” “Sounds about right.” Xaden’s weight shifts. “I liked it better when we just delivered the weapons,” Bodhi mutters.

Red veins?” Imogen asks. “Because magic corrupts their blood as they lose their souls,” I murmur, looking up at Xaden, wondering if he remembers what Andarna said the night we took the tunnel to the flight field. “Nature likes everything in balance.

Her blood is fucking black,” Xaden snaps and his arms tighten, holding me to his chest. “It has to be poison,” Imogen cries—a sound I’ve never heard from her. “Look at it! We have to get her back to Basgiath. Nolon might be able to help.

Mira glances at the whirls of magic on his wrist, but to Liam’s credit, he doesn’t tug his sleeve down. It’s hard to remember sometimes that the third-years are the first riders who will serve with the children of the leaders of the Tyrrish uprising—an uprising that could have left our borders eventually defenseless and the innocent people of Navarre war casualties. Everyone in this room has become accustomed to Liam, Imogen…even Xaden. But those in active service have never flown with anyone marked by a rebellion relic. The Tyrrish riders who remained loyal to Navarre during the uprising were promoted, not punished, and the riders who turned against king and country were killed or executed. And just like my grief at Brennan’s loss was directed at Xaden that first day at the parapet, there will be more than one rider who misdirects their own anger at marked riders.

Her mom is responsible for the capture of nearly all our parents,” Garrick counters, folding his arms over his wide chest. “Not her daughter. Punishing children for the sins of their parents is the Navarrian way, not the Tyrrish.” “So we get conscripted because of what our parents did years ago and shoved into this death sentence of a college—” Imogen starts. “In case you didn’t notice, she’s in the same death sentence of a college,” Garrick retorts. “Seems like she’s already suffering the same fate.” Am I seriously watching them debate over whether I should be punished for being Lilith Sorrengail’s daughter? “Don’t forget her brother was Brennan Sorrengail,” Xaden adds. “She has just as much reason to hate us as we do her.” He pointedly looks at Imogen and the first-year who raised the question. “And I’m not going to tell you again. She’s mine to handle. Anyone feel like arguing?

We’re riders,” Imogen says as another explosion sounds. “We defend the defenseless. That’s what we do.

What?” I shrug. “Did you think this place ran itself?” “Keep looking,” Imogen orders. I unfold the next missive.

Next?” Imogen glances at each of us. “We could steal Panchek’s underw—” Ridoc starts before Rhiannon slams her hand over his mouth. “And that’s why we don’t let you lead.” She arches a brow at him.

With all due respect”—Rhiannon straightens her posture and stares him down—“unlike War Games, Second Squad, Flame Section, Fourth Wing will remain intact, though you’re welcome to join us.” Sawyer and Ridoc move to my sides, and I know if I fall back, Quinn and Imogen will be there waiting.

If I attack Jack now, they’ll kill him. Garrick’s hulking frame appears to the left, and I begrudgingly add him to my list of protectors. Hell, even Imogen has inched closer, but not on my behalf. It’s only on his.