Iron Gold (Red Rising Saga, #4)

by Pierce Brown

Sharing a life threads more than flesh and blood together. It weaves her memories in and around and through mine.

My wife is not as fickle as a flame. She is an ocean. I knew from the first that I cannot own her, cannot tame her, but I am the only storm that moves her depths and stirs her tides. And that is more than enough.

“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.”

“I know it may be impossible to believe now, when everything is dark and broken, but you will survive this pain, little one. Pain is a memory. You will live and you will struggle and you will find joy. And you will remember your family from this breath to your dying days, because love does not fade. Love is the stars, and its light carries on long after death.”

“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.”

My grandmother once told me, “A new wound can take a body. Opening an old one can claim a soul.”

“Fine.” I grab the Duke and shove him out, then jerk him back. “What did you see?” “Fuck you.” “Will no one cooperate?!”