“You have made me give up the hair Father gave me, the eyes Mother left me, the Color I was born to, so I will keep the name they granted me, and you can make it work.” — Pierce Brown Copy Share Image
“But I have eyes only for the lonely bird of prey that stands at the center of all the silly, vain, power-hungry little pigeons. Her golden hair is bound tight behind her head. Her tunic is pure white, without the… — Pierce Brown Copy Share Image
“Where did you hear that song?" I ask her without sitting up. "From the HC," she says, blushing. "A little girl sang it. It's… — Pierce Brown Copy Share Image
“Men call him father, liberator, warlord, Slave King, Reaper. But he feels a boy as he falls toward the war-torn planet, his armor red,… — Pierce Brown Copy Share Image
“Even the cruel feel pain. And even the cruel can change. I hope this changes him. He could do so much, if only he… — Pierce Brown Copy Share Image
“The floor is made of condensed air, so we are suspended above a mile vertical drop.” — Pierce Brown Copy Share Image
“She said she would protect us…” I whisper. “Who?” “The Sovereign…” He’s silent for a long moment. “I know it may be impossible to… — Pierce Brown Copy Share Image
“Sometimes, little one, it’s best if the worlds think you a little mad.” — Pierce Brown Copy Share Image
“Snorting, Sevro drops back to where the legendary Obsidian, Sefi Volarus, stands in her customary silence. He feigns an air of domesticity, but next… — Pierce Brown Copy Share Image
“And now that her dream has spread, he wonders if she would recognize it. And he wonders too if he were to die today,… — Pierce Brown Copy Share Image
“ 'And now I Carve the things I saw in my fever dreams, just as they always wished. I dreamed of you, I think.… — Pierce Brown Copy Share Image
“All wounds heal. Even these." "That's a lie." I tell him. I'll never be healed of Eo. That pain will last forever. "Some things… — Pierce Brown Copy Share Image
“New’ generally means someone’s just trying to make money off something old.” — Pierce Brown Copy Share Image
“WE HURTLE LIKE A black thunderbolt over a pale waste of silicate dust and sulfur dioxide frost in a starship adorned with electric dragons.” — Pierce Brown Copy Share Image
