Iron Gold (Red Rising Saga, #4)

by Pierce Brown

“Do not let fear touch you. Fear is the torrent. The raging river. To fight it is to break and drown. But to stand astride it is to see it, feel it, and use its course for your own whims.”

Leaves me there as if his words were a gift. But what the hell use are words? How will they protect us? Feed us? Give us a future?

“Sometimes, little one, it’s best if the worlds think you a little mad.” He winks. “Inspiring what they’ll let you get away with.”

You can’t hide things from me just because I’ll disagree with you.

“A new wound can take a body. Opening an old one can claim a soul.”

The key to learning, to power, to having the final say in everything, is observation. By all means, be a storm inside, but save your movement and wind till you know your purpose.

Now that I have it, I don’t ever want to be without it again.

“Do you think I’m afraid of you?” I ask. “Isn’t that the heart of desire? No one wants to fuck what they don’t fear, because then there’s no validation from it, no power derived.”

what is honor without truth? Honor is not what you say. Honor is what you do.”

I’m at a loss, unable to understand how a man, a father, a husband, could value something more than love.