#red rising trilogy

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Red Rising trilogy by Pierce Brown.

The Jackal…so small and plain in a world of gods, it’s almost as if he’s the hero

The Jackal

…so small and plain in a world of gods, it’s almost as if he’s the hero nobly struggling against a father who rejected him, against a Society that laughs at his size, his weakness, and scorns him as a cannibal even though it was they who told him to do whatever he had to do to win. Golden Son 60-61


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 “I live for the dream that my children will be born free. That they will be what they like. That th

“I live for the dream that my children will be born free. That they will be what they like. That they will own the land their father gave them.’
‘I live for you,’ I say sadly.
She kisses my cheek. 'Then you must live for more.”

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(I don’t own these images, this was made and is shared just for fun. I’m not making any profit from it)


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 “Maybe you ought to stick to the city, Pixie” From Red Rising, page 106, end of chapter 14:I point

“Maybe you ought to stick to the city, Pixie”

From Red Rising, page 106, end of chapter 14:

I point to a massive black stallion with hooves that paw the ground. “I’ll take that beast.”

Matteo smiles. “This one is more your speed.”

Matteo gives me a pony. A big pony, but a pony. […] I do not take to riding well. […] Someone laughs in the distance, a girl with long hair. She rides the stallion I pointed to earlier.

“Maybe you ought to stick to the city, Pixie,” she shouts at me, then kicks her horse away. I rise from my knee and watch her ride into the distance. Her hair spills out behind her, more golden than the setting sun.


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As a nature nerd I love the snippets about the plants and creatures of this world. (From Iron Gold, but no worries this is just a fun bit of worldbuilding, you haven’t been spoilered)


“Nyxacallis.”

I sigh. “Is that Latin?”

“It means Night Lily.” He’s lost in thought. I’d ask him who the woman was if I didn’t recognize the pain on his face. Maybe that’s why I’m so fond of the old bat. He’s the only one in the Telemanus estate who wears his pain in his eyes. Rest are all playing games.

-Pierce Brown, Iron Gold (chapter 23)

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