Red Rising (Red Rising Saga, #1)

by Pierce Brown

her death gave her voice power it didn’t have in life. She was pure, like your father. We, you and I”—he touches my chest with the back of his index finger—“are dirty. We are made for blood. Rough hands. Dirty hearts.

Man cannot be freed by the same injustice that enslaved it.

Funny thing, watching gods realize they’ve been mortal all along.