Golden Son (Red Rising Saga, #2)

by Pierce Brown

But I cannot think only of the Red girl. When I see the moon, I think of the sun: Mustang burns in my thoughts. If Eo smelled of rust and soil, then the Golden girl is fire and autumn leaves.

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

I’ve fallen in love with her, but she’s fallen for my lies.

“I can’t do this without you.” After a desperate moment, “Are you with me? Sevro?” He pulls back and wipes snot from his nose, muddying his face. Tears make lines in the mud as he looks up at me, voice cracking like a child’s. “Always, Darrow. Always.”

“I always knew a Gold couldn’t lead this rebellion. It has to be from the bottom up, boyo. Red is about family. More than any other Color, it is about love amid all the horror of our world. If Red rises, they have a chance to bind the worlds together.