Dark Age (Red Rising Saga #5)

by Pierce Brown

“Do not let fear touch you,” she whispers. The intricate creases in her face are like the spiderweb in the high corner of the room. “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.

Raw compliments are the best kind.

I may not be what I thought I was. This world itself may just be a maze without a center.

I will never forget the look on her face. It has chiseled away the stone of my heart, leaving a wound of empathy I haven’t the ken to mend.