Light Bringer (Red Rising Saga #6)

by Pierce Brown

I almost cave. But I know by now that voice of reason is the enemy. Inside me there is a coward who fears discomfort. That coward will offer solace in the form of excuses. But it is the coward who grooms a man for his defeats.

You’re acting like you share a secret language all of a sudden.” “Isn’t that always the case with those who’ve read the same books?”

“Better a grandiose scion of mediocrity than a mediocre scion of a grand line.”

“You always try the ham, Darrow. Wherever you go. It’s a good barometer for the rest of the larder. Trust me.”

That season of life is a haze to him, but when I die and reflect on my life, I know I will still believe that season was the meaning of mine.

“Do you love her?” He shrugs. “Don’t have to love oxygen to need it.”

Was it a man who said ‘hell hath no fury like a woman scorned’?” A lancer brings her gauntlets. “It must have been—to imagine something so petty as scorn to be the utmost misery a woman could suffer.

I am not as confident as I pretend to be, but how can you lead if you cannot walk—and how can you walk if you fear every step?

“He once told me that love which obstructs duty is not love. It is an addiction that must be denied.” She smiles, sad. “Maybe he was right.”