Red Rising (Red Rising Saga, #1)

by Pierce Brown

I was forged in the bowels of this hard world. Sharpened by hate. Strengthened by love.

Though occasionally we’ll see him running along the hillsides at night in his wolfskin, looking, as Cassius put it best, “like some sort of hairy demonchild on hallucinogens.”

He shoves me aside. He’s shirtless, massive, muscled, screaming. His hair is painted white and spiked with sap to form two horns. A piece of wood as long as my body serves as his club.

I am the spark that will set the worlds afire. I am the hammer that cracks the chains.

Steel is power. Money is power. But of all the things in all the worlds, words are power.”