Red Rising (Red Rising Saga, #1)

by Pierce Brown

I remember when I met my first Helldiver. I thought he was a god. He’s dead now.

Without me, she would not eat. Without her, I would not live.

“Rather a drink be my master than a man. These chains taste sweet.”

She gives me that half smile, as if she knows something I do not.

“I live for you,” I say sadly. She kisses my cheek. “Then you must live for more.”

Yeah, she's gonna die. Calling it now.

Then loudly she screams to all those gathered, “Break the chains!”

Called it.

“Then what will it take to take it back?” “Blood.”

If violence is the Gold sport, manipulation is their art form.”

Terrible bomb, by the bye.

typo

tell me, have you ever brushed your new teeth?—and blackhead removal (which shall be like probing for helium-3), toner adjustment, and melatonin injections, and you’ll be prim and rose proper–ish.”

I hate parentheses in dialog. They literally use an emdash just before, which would be more appropriate. This needs an editor.

You’re fighting for Eo’s dream, for your family that is still alive, your people.”

A slave by another name, not to a Society, but to a Cause.

“Manage your temper,” he reminds me, his small voice darkening. “Manners, manners, then burn their bloodydamn house to the ground.”

With a Martin Sue like our lad? They'll be lucky if he doesn't saltpeter it after.

His name is Sevro, and I like his angle.

Me too.

He smiles as if he knows pain. I hate this man.

Sevro sits eating. Of course he’s the only one with an appetite.

I like him more and more.

Grumbling, we roll out of double bunk beds and set out from the keep to the castle’s square, where we stretch, then set off at a run.

Reminds me of a cross between Ender's Game and the first Percy Jackson book. I still don't know how I feel about the direction.

I’m a sheep wearing wolves’ clothing in a pack of wolves.

No, you're really not.

Though his eyes are red from weeping through the night for his dead brother, it hasn’t dulled his impressiveness.

This is the first we've heard of that. And here I thought no one gave a shit about the family they have to kill.

Especially in a room full of alphas.

If he was really so smart, he'd know that study was debunked centuries ago. I'm so done with this book.