“Everything grand is made from a series of ugly little moments. Everything worthwhile by hours of self-doubt and days of drudgery. All the works by people you and I admire sit atop a foundation of failures.” — Pierce Brown Copy Share Image
“Everything grand is made from a series of ugly little moments. Everything worthwhile by hours of self-doubt and days of drudgery. All the works by people you and I admire sit atop a foundation of failures. So whatever your project,… — 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 believe now, when everything is dark and broken, but you will survive this pain, little one. Pain is a memory. You will live and you will struggle and you will find joy. And you will remember… — Pierce Brown Copy Share
“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 to the giant woman, he looks a little like some sort of gutter dog an alcoholic father might ill-advisedly bring home to play with the children—washed and rid of fleas, but still possessing that weird mania… — Pierce Brown Copy Share
“And now that her dream has spread, he wonders if she would recognize it. And he wonders too if he were to die today, would he recognize the echo of his own life? What sort of man would his son become in this world he has made? He thinks of his son’s face and how soon he will become a… — Pierce Brown Copy Share
“ '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
