Ordinary - a fourth wing story

Ordinary - a fourth wing story

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Fourth Wing
Eira Riorson was always meant to be a rider. Watching her father executed beneath dragon fire and bearing the marks that followed didn't change that fact. She was fierce. Calculating. Mysterious. Closed off. And viciously protective of her people and secrets. She was a force to be reckoned with, and fortress that couldn't be shaken. Or so she thought. All it took was one man's smile and restless persistence to crack the walls she spent years building. He showed her something she never believed in. Love. Their story wasn't some fairytale, but it was theirs nonetheless. This is the story of how Eira and Ridoc found their ordinary in a war torn world. #1 under ridocgamlyn (09/08/2026) #1 under riorson (15/03/2026) #1 under imogencardulo (03/01/2026) (24/05/2026) #2 under ridoc (24/05/2026) #3 under empyrean (24/05/2026) #5 under violetsorrengail (31/12/2025) #5 under garricktavis (09/08/2026)
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He'd been alive for a while and lost track of time. Happens when you're immortal and one one blink of an eye is a hundred years of human. After the exile he ut himself in for centuries, he's finally Ready to step back into the real world. Things have changed, some Things never change. Something pulled him out of the shadows and he's going to fing out what, or who. What was love, hate, feelings? He wouldn't rest until he found out the reason he was called upon.

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