Pierce Brown

“Trust my Sons. Can you do that?”

— Pierce Brown

“Same gears, new oil”

— Pierce Brown

“Break the chains, my love.”

— Pierce Brown

“I’ll put a dagger in his throat”

— Pierce Brown

“Bye, Felicia,” Victra spits”

— Pierce Brown

“Shit escalates.” —SERVO AU BARCA”

— Pierce Brown

“Omnis vir lupus.”

— Pierce Brown

“There is no peace for great men”

— Pierce Brown

“A new wound can take a body. Opening an old one can claim a soul.”

— Pierce Brown

“Hands, I think, were not meant to feel so much.”

— Pierce Brown

“can nearly smell the pencil-shaving scent of him.”

— Pierce Brown

“Holiday ti Nakamura, the Howler. In the leathery flesh,” I say.”

— Pierce Brown

“Personally, I trust no man who fears facts.”

— Pierce Brown

“Emptiness is living chained by fear, fear of loss, of death.”

— Pierce Brown

“Wisdom is found in the heart not the head.”

— Pierce Brown

“Sharpened by hate. Strengthened by love.”

— Pierce Brown

“... You have to pull the feet to break the neck. They let the loved ones do it.”

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“- I think the shittiest part of getting old is now we're smart enough to see the cracks in everything. - We're…

— Pierce Brown

“Personally, I do not want to make you a man. Men are so very frail. Men break. Men die. No, I’ve always…

— Pierce Brown

“He toes the carpet. “Venusian silk. Dyed with crustacean extract. Really ties the room together. Perilously fine taste, my goodman.”

— Pierce Brown

“I touch the haemanthus blossom in my pocket and feel the wedding band around my neck. They didn't create me. She did.”

— Pierce Brown

“Maybe that’s just the nature of us, ever wishing for things that were and could be rather than things that are and…

— Pierce Brown

“He always thinks because I'm reading, I'm not doing anything. There is no greater plague to an introvert than the extroverted.”

— Pierce Brown

“Move just when it’s coming down. Do that with the terror in life. Don’t act till you’re as scared as you’ll get,…

— Pierce Brown

“Molten wounds still glow where the two nuclear bombs detonated. And I wonder, in my last moments, if the planet does not…

— Pierce Brown

“My metal boots grind on stone with the weight of loss: Eo, Ragnar, Fitchner, and all the others who’ve fought and fallen…

— Pierce Brown

“Cedric,” I say, greeting the short man warmly. “I hear you’ve just had a birthday.” “Yes, my lord! My seventy-first. Though I…

— Pierce Brown

“They pushed and pushed for so long. They knew I was something dangerous, something different. Sooner or later, they had to know…

— Pierce Brown

“You’re my friend,” he says, voice heavy with emotion. “You will always be my friend. I won’t put a dagger in your…

— Pierce Brown

“Men call him father, liberator, warlord, Slave King, Reaper. But he feels a boy as he falls toward the war-torn planet, his…

— Pierce Brown

“benefit. It is immoral and sets dangerous precedent. But then again, war is inherently immoral. So we must simply decide how far…

— Pierce Brown

“Funny how a single word can change everything in your life." "It is not funny at all. Steel is power. Money is…

— Pierce Brown

“I can trust you." "How do you know?" she says again. This is when I kiss her. I cannot give her the…

— Pierce Brown

“Have I ever asked you for anything? Then you’ll know how much I mean this: do not take Sevro with you. As…

— Pierce Brown

“He tells us how the Persians were felled, how the Romans collapsed because their rulers forgot how their parents gained them an…

— Pierce Brown

“Sevro, swarmed by his daughters, makes faces at them as they eat. But when the air cracks with a sonic boom, he…

— Pierce Brown

“Sharing a life threads more than flesh and blood together. It weaves her memories in and around and through mine. The more…

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“To think about what hands feel," Lorn mutters. "These have felt the lifeblood of my sons as their hearts pumped it out…

— Pierce Brown

“ 'Personally, I do not want to make you a man. Men are so very frail. Men break. Men die. No, I've…

— Pierce Brown

“Everything grand is made from a series of ugly little moments. Everything worthwhile by hours of self-doubt and days of drudgery. All…

— Pierce Brown