“The black-haired rider snaps his gaze to mine, turning fully toward me, and my heart thunders for all the wrong reasons.
A rebellion relic, curving in dips and swirls, starts at his bare left wrist, then disappears under his black uniform to appear again at his collar, where it stretches and swirls up his neck, stopping at his jawline.
“Oh shit,” I whisper, and his eyes narrow, as if he can hear me over the howl of wind that rips at my secured braid.
“Sorrengail?” He steps toward me, and I look up…and up.
Good gods, I don’t even reach his collarbone. He’s massive. He has to be more than four inches over six feet tall.”
I couldn’t help but ask @bethgilbert_art to craft me this masterpiece after seeing all her gorgeous renditions of them and damn if she didn’t render me speechless as usual!
And will hopefully be available on my etsy very soon with a few more amazing designs as I have been approved for licensing😁✨
Have you read Fourth Wing & what would you like to see in book two?