Golden Son (Red Rising Saga, #2)

by Pierce Brown

“Don’t worry. You’re not senile. They’re just odd.”

“Replacing me already?” Sevro snorts, watching him go. “He’s got one hand. You’ve got one eye. I have a type.”

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

“Friendships take minutes to make, moments to break, years to repair,”

“I’m glad you came,” I say. “Even if your advice is shit.”