#1 in Xaden Riorson Mia Roy was a middle school- and sometimes high school- history teacher. But she's also a normal human being, with normal human hobbies. Like reading. Specifically, romantasy books with morally grey male leads. So naturally, she's read Fourth Wing. But what happens when she falls- literally- into it? Suddenly, she's no longer dealing with bratty twelve-year-olds but with dragons, battle-training, and one very infuriating, dangerously attractive wingleader who has a knack for making her heart race. Basgiath may have dragons, but Mia's dealt with screaming eight-year-olds. Basgiath may have war, but Mia's dealt with staff room seating charts that insisted on putting her next to the creepy math professor. Basgiath may have the parapet and the threshing and a thousand other life-threatening situations, but Mia had dealt with The Lunchroom Debacle of 2023. #1 in Xaden #1 in Fourth Wing #1 in Meta #1 in Violet #1 in Xaden Riorson #1 in Empyrean #1 in Rebecca Yarros #1 in Violet Sorrengail Winner of the Cherry Blossom Fanfiction Awards DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN FOURTH WING. THE SERIES IS OWNED BY REBECCA YARROS. SOME SCENES IN THIS BOOK WILL BE TAKEN FROM THE ORIGINAL BOOKS AS THE PLOT OF MY FANFIC IS HER FALLING INTO THE BOOKS. I DO NOT CLAIM TO OWN THOSE SCENES

Book 1 of The IronBlood Saga Death was supposed to be the end. Instead, it became a detour. Raina De Luca was forged in blood-the daughter of an Italian mafia don, trained from childhood to survive betrayal, carve power out of fear, and never hesitate. When a rival family puts a bullet in her skull, she expects darkness. What she wakes to is war. Reborn in a land ruled by dragons and deadly magic, Raina is forced into Basgiath War College, where survival is earned one kill at a time. Her instincts make her lethal. Her discipline makes her respected. Her past keeps her dangerous. But nothing about her resurrection is an accident. Her strength is wrong-too natural. Her senses are sharp in ways no human should possess. Her magic, when it stirs, feels ancient... familiar... remembered. And the dragons look at her not with curiosity, but recognition. Whispers follow her through Basgiath-echoes of a life she doesn't remember. A power she once had. A homeland beyond this world entirely. One whose people are older, immortal, and carry starlight in their blood. As Venin rise and war looms, Raina realizes her arrival wasn't fate. It was a mistake. An interruption. A displacement from a world that is calling her back. One ruled by courts. By magic. By a High Lord who has long believed his lost sister died centuries ago. In Navarre, death was mercy. What comes next is the truth she was never meant to forget.