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“Pandora was a fiction written by men to blame the miseries of the world on women.
It drives me fucking mad that they refuse to understand how sick and dogged and obsessed with our destruction our enemies are. Yet they live in a fantasy built on the bodies of my friends.
The wolf howls fade in the distance. The flames eat my eye. Only then do I begin to scream.
AAAAARRROOOOOOOOOO LIL BITCH
“Hic est Lupus, motherfucker.”
This will be tattooed on me.
They stare back blankly. Ozgard clears his throat. “Ephraim.” “Yes, Ozgard?” “Forgot to mention. Only half speak Common.” I close my eyes. “I hate you.”
ArchGovernor Rollo gives a rousing screed that ends with “Treason might float on Luna, but not on Mars. Any senator that votes to kill the Free Legions and the Reaper of Mars better enjoy that bloodsucking moon, for if they come back, I’ll pull their bloodydamn feet!”
Guarantee I missed this the first time. So cool to see that Brown didn’t forget this Red!!!!
Then comes the horror.
LITERALLY TERRIBLE. HORRIBLE. UNNECESSARY. CRUEL. On par with The Red Wedding. I hate you Pierce Brown. I don’t want to read this chapter knowing what’s coming. This second read won’t be any easier.
“Not to be rude, but would you two mind bickering some other time and help me get this colossal tree off of my legs? My men will be homing on our signal, but it’s hardly dignified to be found lying on my back like a beached whale. I’ll never hear the end of it.”
I love me some Victra.
“Much as I’d like to give birth in a freezing glen like a sow,
Victra gives me life.
I’d pull it out of her myself if I were sure her private bits wouldn’t bite my hand off at the elbow.
She did, killing four of the ones with nose mods before running back to us cackling.
I thought about it after she called me a geriatric walrus.
Something is wrong with that tree.
Dark Age continues to get worse, and there’s still more coming. Rereading doesn’t make it any easier.
He sneers at the gun. “No honor.” “No time.”
Pierce Brown is a bastard. A literary genius, but a bastard.
