Golden Son (Red Rising Saga, #2)

by Pierce Brown

But this is why I was made. To dive into hell.

Space makes all silent in the end.

Never forget what I am, I remind myself. Never forget.

“Attention, crew of the vessel formerly known as the Vanguard, hereafter known as the Pax.”

It feels good in here.” He taps his thin chest. “It feels … how do you say … bloodydamn good.”

“No.”

“I am a man!”

“It is me,” he says. “It’s always been me, boyo.”