“He’s not a man made for affection. His face is pale and ghostly. Thirty-five and so old, so tired. A scar twists his upper lip. Gray streaks his thick hair.” — 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
