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Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros

The Empyrean, Book 1 | ~186,000 words | Fantasy Romance, Military Fantasy, New Adult

The Gist

A war college for dragon riders where the entrance exam alone has a body count, a heroine whose body could betray her at any moment, and an enemies-to-lovers romance with a man who has every reason to want her dead. It's basically if the Hunger Games met Eragon at a military academy and they all started making out.

What It's About

Twenty-year-old Violet Sorrengail was supposed to join the Scribe Quadrant — a quiet life of books and history, perfect for someone with a connective tissue condition that makes her bones dangerously brittle. But her mother, the commanding general of Navarre, has other plans: Violet will cross the parapet into the Riders Quadrant at Basgiath War College, where candidates either bond a dragon or get incinerated by one.

The odds are stacked against her from the start. She's smaller than everyone, physically fragile in a place that prizes brute strength, and she carries the Sorrengail name — which makes her a target for the children of the rebels her mother helped execute. Chief among them is Xaden Riorson, wingleader, devastatingly attractive, and the son of the rebellion's leader.

Violet's only weapons are her wits, her determination, and an encyclopedic knowledge from years of studying in the Archives. She forges alliances, navigates deadly challenges from the Gauntlet to Threshing, and tries to survive assassination attempts from all sides. Meanwhile, the war beyond Basgiath's walls may be far more dangerous than anyone inside realizes.

The Writing

Yarros writes in a propulsive first-person present tense that keeps you locked into Violet's headspace. The prose is clean and action-oriented, built for velocity. There's a sharp internal voice — self-aware, sardonic, occasionally breathless. The chapter epigraphs drawn from in-world texts like "Major Afendra's Guide to the Riders Quadrant (Unauthorized Edition)" add worldbuilding texture without slowing the pace.

Key Themes

• Strength vs. fragility: Violet redefines what it means to be strong in a world that equates power with physical dominance.
• Legacy and identity: Living under the weight of a famous family name and carving out who you are.
• Trust in a hostile environment: Every alliance could be a trap, every friendship a calculation.
• Institutional deception: Basgiath may be hiding something fundamental about the war and history.
• The body as battleground: Violet's chronic condition shapes her tactics, fears, and refusal to be defined by limitation.

Who Should Read This

If you loved Red Rising, the Inheritance Cycle, or The Cruel Prince — this is your book. Ideal for readers who want fantasy with genuine stakes but also want their pulse racing for more than one reason. Warning: deeply addictive, vicious cliffhanger, you will immediately need Iron Flame.

Rating Context

The book that turned Rebecca Yarros from a respected contemporary romance author into a global fantasy phenomenon. It dominated BookTok, broke sales records, and reignited mainstream interest in fantasy romance as a genre. As pure, compulsive entertainment that makes you feel like you're clinging to a dragon at terminal velocity, few books do it better. It's not trying to be Tolkien. It's trying to make you stay up until 3 AM, and it will absolutely succeed.

Reviewed 2026-03-23

Review

Rebecca Yarros’s Fourth Wing arrives wrapped in all the trappings of a dragon-academy romantasy—a lethal military college, an enemies-to-lovers arc, a physically fragile heroine who bonds not one but two dragons—and for its first two hundred pages it delivers exactly what that packaging promises. But the book is doing something more interesting than it first lets on. Beneath the sparring-mats banter and the smouldering rooftop kisses, Yarros has built a novel that uses its fantasy setting to stage a sustained, genuinely uneasy argument about how regimes curate history, how inherited guilt functions as an instrument of control, and whether love can survive the discovery that it was built on concealment. The most distinctive thing about Fourth Wing is not its dragons—though they are vividly drawn—nor its romance—though it is consummately executed—but the way it treats its own citation apparatus as evidence of a crime. The epigraphs from the Dragon Rider’s Codex, from Colonel Markham’s sanitised Navarre, an Unedited History, from the forbidden Fables of the Barren, and from the secret Book of Brennan are not decorative; they are the novel’s second plot, a trail of documentary breadcrumbs that leads Violet Sorrengail—and the reader—from the kingdom’s official record to the revolution that record was designed to suppress.

The novel opens on Conscription Day, when General Lilith Sorrengail—Violet’s emotionally arctic mother—diverts her scribe-trained daughter into the Riders Quadrant of Basgiath War College. The premise immediately announces its central wager. Violet is a young woman with a connective-tissue disorder: her joints dislocate, her bones break, and the academy’s culture of physical dominance regards her as an obvious corpse-in-waiting. Her survival tools are not muscles but a scribe’s memory for poisons, a near-photographic recall of the Codex, and an older sister’s tactical journal—the Book of Brennan—that tells her which instructors favour which techniques and how to cheat the Gauntlet without technically breaking any rules. The academy, as Violet’s internal narration repeatedly notes, “strips away the bullshit and the niceties, revealing whoever you are at your core,” and what it reveals in Violet is a mind that weaponises the very bureaucratic regime designed to kill her. That inversion holds across the book: the Codex that governs lethal challenges becomes her loophole library; the poisons she learned from Captain Lawrence Medina’s Effective Uses of Wild and Cultivated Herbs become her equaliser in a strength-based gladiatorial system; and the Archive—the repository of nearly every book in Navarre—becomes the absence that proves the lie, because it contains no entry for venin or wyvern.

Yarros structures the first half as a gauntlet—literal and figurative. Chapter by chapter, Violet crosses the rain-slicked parapet (witnessing a cadet’s death and nearly suffering her own), survives the sparring assessment that sees the marked second-year Imogen dislocate her shoulder, wins five consecutive challenges by drugging opponents through breakfast duty, and passes the cliffside obstacle course by using a horizontal rope and a thrown dagger in a manoeuvre that is, narrowly, within the letter of the rules. The Gauntlet passage is one of the book’s best set-pieces, not because it is especially surprising—readers of academy fantasy will recognise the underdog-uses-cleverness beat—but because it crystallises a theme the novel will develop with increasing darkness: institutional rules are written to maintain a certain distribution of power, and the same text that seems to trap you can, if you have read it carefully enough, be turned against its authors. Xaden Riorson, the rebellion-marked wingleader who shadows Violet from the moment she crosses the parapet, gives her the maxim that unlocks this: “The right way isn’t the only way. Figure it out.” It reads like a training-ground koan; by the book’s final act, when Xaden is revealed to have been smuggling weapons to enemy gryphon fliers expressly against Navarre’s orders, it reads like the ethics of an insurgent.

The romance between Violet and Xaden is the engine that drives the book’s commercial momentum, and Yarros is exceptionally skilled at the rhythms of romantic suspense—the charged glances across the flight field, the shirtless confrontation in which Xaden insists “I have absolutely no intention of falling for you, Sorrengail” while his body language says the opposite, the gift of custom-made daggers and a saddle of detachable dragon scales that says I am watching you and I want you to survive in the same gesture. The book borrows openly from the enemies-to-lovers template: they share an inherited feud (his father led the Tyrrish rebellion; her mother executed him), their dragons are mated, and their lives are tethered from the moment Violet bonds Tairn. But the romance earns its heat because it is never just attraction; it is a negotiation over what care looks like when the person you care about is perpetually at risk. The Dain Aetos foil is essential here. Dain, Violet’s childhood friend, spends the novel trying to smuggle her out of danger and into the Scribe Quadrant, offering a version of love that is indistinguishable from a glass cage. Violet’s break with him—keeping me safe is keeping me from growing—is the book’s clearest articulation of its argument that protection without trust is a form of control, and it clears the ground for Xaden’s contrasting approach: train her so she won’t require protection forever, and let her take the risks that will make her who she is.

That contrast is complicated, however, by the discovery that Xaden has himself been shielding her through concealment. When Violet learns beyond the wards at Athebyne that her dragons knew about his arms-smuggling and that he has been meeting with Poromish gryphon fliers, the romance reaches its genuine crisis. The betrayal is not that he was doing something morally wrong—the book has by this point accumulated considerable evidence that the Poromish allies are the ones fighting the real war—but that her consent was bypassed. Violet’s decision after the battle at Resson to join the revolution while refusing to trust Xaden with her heart is the most emotionally honest moment in the novel. She says, in effect, I believe you; I will fight beside you; but you do not get my unguarded interior life until you earn it back. That is a far more difficult emotional ask than the standard romance-novel rupture, and Yarros is willing to let it sit unresolved—Xaden vows “You gave me your heart, and I’m keeping it,” but the book does not offer her agreement, only a threshold.

The political architecture of Fourth Wing is built around the 107 marked children—the sons and daughters of executed rebel officers, each branded by dragon-fire with a relic that legally restricts gatherings of more than three and blocks General Melgren’s future-seeing signet. This mechanism does several things at once: it gives the rebellion-relic cadets a collective identity, it provides a plausible structural reason why they can conspire under the regime’s nose, and it turns the conscription of the marked ones into a live moral question. Are these children serving to prove their loyalty or being served up as expendable bodies? Liam Mairi’s backstory—his father was not even a rebel but was executed anyway—makes the point brutally: the guilt is inherited, not earned, and the system is designed less to test loyalty than to consume those it has already branded as suspect. When Liam dies in Violet’s arms at Resson, shielding her dragon from a wyvern and whispering “It’s been. My honour,” the abstraction of “the 107” collapses into a specific human cost. His death is the kingdom’s secret made literal sacrifice, and it is the event that pushes Violet across the line from academy survivor to revolutionary combatant.

Yarros’s use of epigraphs is the novel’s most sophisticated structural device. Each chapter opens with a quotation from an in-world text—the Codex, Major Afendra’s Guide to the Riders Quadrant (Unauthorized Edition), Colonel Markham’s Navarre, an Unedited History, the Book of Brennan, the forbidden Fables of the Barren—and these quotations operate simultaneously as foreshadowing, thematic commentary, and a slow-motion exposure of the archive’s unreliability. Early on, the epigraphs feel like world-building texture: “A dragon without its rider is a tragedy. A rider without their dragon is dead,” from Article One, Section One of the Codex, does the work of establishing the rider-dragon bond as absolute. But by the novel’s midpoint, the reader learns to read the epigraphs suspiciously. Markham’s “Unedited” history is, of course, edited; the Fables of the Barren—a children’s book Violet’s father gave her, containing tales of venin who “scourge the land of all magic” and the origin myth of three brothers, one bonded to dragon, one to gryphon, and the third who “drew directly from the source, losing his soul”—are dismissed as folklore but prove to be literal description. The widening gap between the sanctioned citations and the suppressed Fables turns the novel’s paratext into a forensic instrument, letting the reader run slightly ahead of Violet in piecing together the cover-up while still experiencing her shock when it breaks open.

The venin reveal is the pivot on which the novel turns from academy bildungsroman into dystopian thriller. Until the squad is sent beyond the wards, the war with Poromiel is background noise—Battle Brief lectures, a gryphon attack at Montserrat, a classified Sumerton report that Violet briefly glimpses. Yarros is careful to plant enough clues that the reveal feels earned rather than arbitrary: Violet’s father’s hidden note warning that “it only takes one desperate generation” for power to corrupt, the conspicuous absence of venin from the Archive, the way the Fables keep resurfacing at moments of crisis. When Violet finally confronts Xaden at the lake near Athebyne and demands to know what he is hiding, his answer—lies are comforting, truth is painful—is both an admission and a piece of the philosophy he has been stating all along. From the night of Aurelie’s death, when he told Violet that “hope is a fickle, dangerous thing” that should yield to “probabilities,” Xaden has been arguing that clear-eyed realism is the only survivable posture in a world that lies to you. The discovery that he has been living that realism by arming the gryphon fliers and hunting venin while concealing it from the woman he loves closes the loop: the politics and the romance are revealed to be the same argument, conducted in different registers.

The book is not flawless. Its prose is functional rather than distinctive; Yarros can land a line—“strength of courage is more important than physical strength,” Tairn tells Violet after choosing her—but she can also default to repetitive internal monologue and the occasional tonal wobble where the modern vernacular of the dialogue rubs against the high-fantasy setting. The side characters beyond the core quartet of Violet, Xaden, Dain, and Liam remain sketches: Rhiannon is warm and capable but thin, Imogen’s arc from antagonist to ally happens mostly offstage, and the antagonists who are not Jack Barlowe—Amber Mavis, Oren Seifert—are dispatched too quickly to register as more than plot mechanics. The book also has a pacing quirk common to first volumes in a series: the final hundred pages are so densely packed with revelations, battle sequences, and emotional resolutions that they crowd each other, and the structural choice to withhold Xaden’s point-of-view until Chapter 39—a genuinely effective device for keeping his interiority at the distance Violet herself experiences—means that some of the revolution’s logistical groundwork (the rebuilding of Aretia, the network of marked riders, the alliance with Poromiel) arrives as exposition rather than as dramatised knowledge.

Yet these are the complaints of a book succeeding on its own terms enough to be worth arguing with. What Yarros has built is a romantasy that takes the politics of the archive seriously—not as ornament, not as a “themes” checkbox, but as the narrative engine that drives both the external plot and the internal crisis of the romance. The book sits comfortably within several overlapping traditions: it is a bildungsroman that uses the academy as a crucible; a romance that uses the enemies-to-lovers structure to explore whether intimacy and concealment can coexist; and a dystopian fantasy in the Orwellian vein, where the regime’s power rests on its ability to “change the text,” as Tairn puts it, across generations until “the lie becomes history.” The cross-references embedded in the epigraphs—the Treaty of Aretia with its addendum on the marked children, General Lilith Sorrengail’s official brief on the Tyrrish Rebellion, the sanitised memoir by General Melgren—do the work of showing, rather than telling, how a state assembles its official record, and they are quietly damning. Even the Book of Brennan, which begins as a tactical field guide, acquires a different weight once Brennan himself walks through the door in Aretia, alive and leading the revolution: the book Violet has been carrying as her dead brother’s wisdom was always the manual of the insurgency.

The disability narrative deserves its own attention, because it is not an overlay but the book’s core argument about strength. Violet’s body is not a metaphor; it is a concrete, medically specific condition that Yarros treats with consistent physical detail—the joint wraps, the dislocations, the mender Nolon who has treated her for five years, the saddle Tairn and Xaden commission that some cadets scorn as a crutch. And the point the novel makes is not that Violet “overcomes” her body but that her body, precisely because it forces her to find ways around brute force, makes her the rider she becomes. Tairn chooses her because she defended the smallest dragon “with ferocity” when she could barely stand; her signet, when it manifests, is not a subtle or defensive power but lightning—pure, overwhelming destruction—and the irony that the chronic-illness heroine wields the most physically annihilating signet in the quadrant is one the book earns rather than explains away. The terror Violet feels at becoming a killer, and at the possibility that the power will consume her as it consumed the prior rider Naolin, registers the cost of that destruction without resolving it neatly.

The battle at Resson is the book’s set-piece climax, and it is staged with genuine horror. Soleil, an earth-wielder, is desiccated mid-channel by a venin in a scene that makes the dark magic’s mechanism viscerally clear; Liam dies holding a wyvern off Tairn’s flank, and his dragon Deigh dies with him; Violet, poisoned by a venin dagger and pushing her signet past the burnout point, uses Andarna’s time-slow gift—a power the small golden dragon has been quietly exhausting throughout the book—to freeze the battlefield long enough to command a lightning strike that kills the lead venin and collapses half the wyvern horde. It is a sequence that earns its devastation by having established, over hundreds of pages, exactly what each of these characters means to Violet, and it refuses the easy catharsis of victory. Violet wakes in Aretia to find that she has been unconscious for three days, that her brother is alive, and that the revolution she has stumbled into has been under construction the whole time she was surviving Basgiath. The final image—Brennan at the doorway, Xaden in vigil, Violet choosing the cause but withholding her trust—is a beginning, not a conclusion, and it is stronger for being unresolved.

Fourth Wing is, at its core, a book about what happens when the stories a kingdom tells its children turn out to be the very mechanism of its violence, and about the people who decide to stop believing those stories even when belief would be easier. It operates in the tradition of the romantic fantasy that uses a central couple to stage larger arguments—about loyalty, about institutional corruption, about the difference between protecting someone and controlling them—and it does so with a narrative architecture that embeds its political argument in the structure of the text itself. Readers looking for a dragon-academy page-turner will find one; readers looking for a romance with real emotional stakes will find one; but the book’s most distinctive achievement is the way it turns its own citational apparatus into a forensic tool for dismantling the regime it depicts. That is a more ambitious project than the genre usually attempts, and it makes the book’s occasional thinness in secondary characterisation and its slightly overstuffed final act feel like the growing pains of a writer who is trying to do several serious things at once—and pulling most of them off.

Notable Quotes

A dragon without its rider is a tragedy. A rider without their dragon is dead.

Article One, Section One of the Dragon Rider's Codex, the opening epigraph that frames the entire novel — symbiosis, mortality, dragon bonds

Conscription Day is always the deadliest. Maybe that's why the sunrise is especially beautiful this morning—because I know it might be my last.

The novel's opening line, as Violet prepares to enter the Riders Quadrant against her will — mortality, beauty, dread

Are you going to die a scribe? Or live as a rider?

Mira's challenge to Violet while repacking her rucksack, forcing her to commit to survival over sentiment — identity, survival, choice

Why would I waste my energy killing you when the parapet will do it for me?

Xaden's first words to Violet after learning she's General Sorrengail's daughter, delivered with a wicked smile as the rain begins — enmity, threat, patience

I will not die today.

Violet's recurring mantra throughout the novel, first spoken during the parapet crossing and repeated at every crisis point — survival, determination, resilience

She's a pain in the ass who is going to keep you alive.

Mira's response when Violet calls her annoying, as she strips Violet's pack of sentimental weight to save her life — sibling love, pragmatism, protection

There's no such thing as cheating once you climb the turret. There's only survival and death.

Mira explaining why dragon-scale armor isn't cheating, establishing the quadrant's ruthless meritocracy — survival, rules, war

Don't trust a single person who faces you on this mat.

Xaden's whispered warning during their sparring match, a lesson he delivers privately while publicly humiliating her — trust, combat, hidden teaching

Oh, Violence, you're good, but I've known better poison masters. The trick is to not make it quite so obvious.

Xaden revealing he knows Violet has been poisoning opponents before challenges, showing grudging respect for her cunning — intelligence, strategy, recognition

You defended the smallest with ferocity. And strength of courage is more important than physical strength.

Tairn explaining to Violet why he chose her as his rider during Threshing — worth, courage, dragon bonds

You are the smartest of your year. The most cunning.

Tairn's assessment of Violet as they land after bonding, countering her belief that she doesn't deserve him — intelligence, self-worth, recognition

You'll never be alone again.

Tairn's promise upon their bonding, said when Violet realizes he can read her thoughts — connection, dragon bonds, loneliness

Defenseless women have never been my type.

Xaden returning Violet's last dagger instead of disarming her completely after their sparring match — respect, attraction, autonomy

I always fucking want you. You walk into a room, and I can't look away.

Xaden's confession as Violet questions whether he truly desires her, the dam of his restraint finally breaking — desire, vulnerability, honesty

I saw the opportunity to make a deal. And I took it.

Xaden explaining the 107 scars on his back, each representing a child of a rebellion leader whose life he guaranteed with his own — sacrifice, leadership, responsibility

Whatever you do, don't fall for me.

Xaden's warning to Violet after their first night together, burying his face in her neck — vulnerability, love, danger

Mira deals with more pain before lunch than you do in an entire week. If any of my children is capable of surviving the Riders Quadrant, it's her.

General Sorrengail's surprising compliment about Violet, reframing her chronic pain as evidence of strength rather than weakness — disability, strength, parental recognition

Your brain is your best weapon. Outsmart them, Violet. Do you hear me?

Mira's final piece of advice while braiding Violet's hair before the parapet, the central survival strategy of the novel — intelligence, survival, sibling love

Justice is not always merciful.

Tairn's words before executing Amber Mavis for orchestrating the assassination attempt on Violet — justice, dragon law, consequences

Lies are comforting. Truth is painful.

Xaden explaining how Violet can know his revelations are real, because the truth about her kingdom hurts to accept — truth, deception, political corruption

It only takes one desperate generation to change history—even erase it.

Violet's realization about how Navarre's leadership rewrote four hundred years of records to hide the truth from its own people — history, propaganda, knowledge as power

Did you ever once stop to think that sometimes you can start out on the right side of a war and end up on the wrong one?

Xaden challenging Violet's assumptions about Navarre's moral position when she discovers his aid to the gryphon fliers — morality, war, perspective

I have never lied to you. Not once. I never will.

Xaden's defense after Violet discovers the scope of his secrets, drawing the line between lies and withheld truths — trust, deception, love

I gave you my trust for free once, and once is all you get.

Violet's response after waking in Aretia, refusing to simply forgive the betrayal despite still loving Xaden — trust, boundaries, love

I would rather lose this entire war than live without you, and if that means I have to prove myself over and over, then I'll do it.

Xaden's declaration as he commits to earning back Violet's trust, palms pressed against the window on either side of her head — love, devotion, redemption