Golden Son (Red Rising Saga, #2)

by Pierce Brown

Once upon a time, a man came from the sky and killed my wife. Beside him now, I walk on a mountain that floats over our world.

For seven hundred years, my people have been enslaved without voice, without hope. Now I am their sword. And I do not forgive. I do not forget.

They say a kingdom divided against itself cannot stand. They made no mention of the heart.

Here be lions.

‘Home isn’t where you’re from, it’s where you find light when all grows dark.’

We are us—the sum of what we’ve done, what we want to do, and the people who we keep close.

I am the Reaper.

“You meet a man, you know him. You meet a woman, she knows you.”

“Tell all who will hear, the Reaper sails to Mars. And he calls for an Iron Rain.”

“Make your blood proud long after death claims you.”

These legions are mine.

“Hic sunt leones,” I say to my friends. “Be brave.

“Deployment coordinates reached.” Roque’s voice fills the ears of every Gold in the fleet. “Let fall the Rain.”