Light Bringer (Red Rising Saga, #6)

by Pierce Brown

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?”

“I smell like Blues,” an Obsidian mutters. “Shut up. There are worse things than shit,” Valdir says. “Imprisonment,” another Obsidian growls. Valdir nods. “Yes. That is worse than shit.” “The Blood Eagle,” the same one growls. “That too.” “Long battles in armor where you have to shit but can’t because of the crust that—” Valdir turns on the man. “Aimless babble.” The growling one growls. “Eggplant.” Valdir looks over at me. “He was hit very hard.”

“What’s that one called?” “Abomination.” He turns the cleaver. I scan the wall he’s made his personal armory. So far he’s made a Lysander, a Lilath, an Atlas, and an Apollonius. I doubt it’s healthy naming knives for people who have given him trauma, but we all process our own way.

“Cassius?” I say. He perks up. “Yes?” “Shut up,” Diomedes says.