About Pierce Brown: Pierce Brown is an American science fiction author.
Like a sheep invited to a banquet in his honor thrown by wolves.
Slaves do not have the bravery of free men.
The Golds have everything, yet they demand sacrifices even from their own. This place is sick. This empire broken. It eats its kings, its queens, as hungrily as it does the paupers who mill its earth.
Sometimes I wonder if he were raised a Red and I a Gold if he wouldn't have ended up a better man than I am now, and I a worse man than he ever could be. For some reason I think I could have been capable of great evil.
Home isn't where you're from, it's where you find light when all grows dark.
Now I am their sword. And I do not forgive. I do not forget. So let him lead me onto his shuttle. Let him think he owns me. Let him welcome into his house, so I might burn it down. But then his daughter takes my hand, and I feel all the lies fall hea...
Friendships take minutes to make, moments to break, years to repair.
I didn't mind that it was always about you, Darrow. That was what burned Tactus, but not me. I'm not in love with you like Mustang. I don't worship you like Sevro or the Howlers. I was a true friend. I was someone who saw your light and your dark and...
How cruel a life, that the sight of my dead wife means hope.
Liars make the best promises.
He always thinks because I'm reading, I'm not doing anything. There is no greater plague to an introvert than the extroverted.
You will fall to ruin because you believe that exceptions to the rule make new rules.
And there's the beauty of space. A billion paths to choose.
Mustang...' I rest my hand on her wrist. Despite her strength, it's frail in my hands. Frail as the other girl's was when I held her in the deepmines. I couldn't help that girl. And now I feel like I can't help this woman. Would that my hands were me...
Rather a drink be my master than a man.
My people sing, we dance, we love. That is our strength. But we also dig. And then we die. Seldom do we get to choose why. That choice is power. That choice has been our only weapon. But it is not enough.
It is strange being in a crowd where no one knows your face or cares for your purpose. In Lykos, I would have been jostled by men I'd grown up with, run across girls I'd chased and wrestled with as a child. Here, other Colors slam into me and offer n...
They believe civilization weakens natural selection. They do nature’s work so that we do not become a soft race.
I cannot escape it, what I’ve done, no matter how far I follow the tunnel. I am alone with my sin. This is why they rule. The Peerless Scarred know that dark deeds are carried through life. They cannot be outrun. They must be worn if one is to rule...
There is a festival where we wear the faces of demons to ward evil spirits from our dead in the vale. Sometimes we fail.
