“The boy at the center of the circle is ten, lean and proud. He laughs like his mother and broods like his father. His hair is the color of straw, his face round and flushed with youth. Rose-gold eyes burn… — Pierce Brown Copy Share Image
“She will not come back, but her beauty, her voice, will echo until the end of time. She believed in something beyond herself, and her death gave her voice power it didn’t have in life. She was pure, like your… — 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
