Lilith Sorrengail

In the second book, Iron Flame, Violet had grown up under your father’s guidance. Her entire life had been shaped around the expectation that she would become a Scribe, carefully taught and prepared for that path. But she became a Rider instead. She bonded with two dragons—Tairn and Andarna—and manifested the rare signet of a lightning wielder. Brennan had your father’s face. You could see him in the way Brennan looked at people, in his seriousness, even in the measured way he spoke. But you? You were the one who resembled him most in spirit. Your mannerisms, your reactions, the way you thought and carried yourself—it was as if some part of your father had survived inside you. Sometimes, Lilith would look at you and simply freeze for a moment. And then there was your face. You looked remarkably like your grandmother—Lilith’s mother. Even your smile, the way your gums showed when you laughed, and the shape of your face seemed to belong to her.