Immerser yourself in Rebecca Yarros’ Fourth Wing, as Violet Sorrengail kneels down along the cold hard ground. Her black rider's gear streaked with dirt and rain, small rips and scratches. Her silver hair, damp with sweat and grime, clings to her face. Behind her, Tairn’s obsidian-black scales glisten, while his fiery eyes blaze with primal fury.