Like Coriolanus read to the tune of mass drivers and railguns.īrown's plots are like a depth charge of nitromethane dropped in a bucket of gasoline. Shakespearian without the languor and wordplay. There is a rescue mission (not sayin' who), a space battle, a skin-of-the-teeth escape, blood and body parts, and always, Pierce Brown's distinctive voice - Homeric, kinda. That's where we begin - in such a cacophony of violence that it took my actual breath away. A Reaper with a bloody, simple purpose: win or die.
He is a thousand regrets armored in a million razors.Īnd he is the Darrow that I have been missing - not the mopey, sad or political Darrow that haunted a lot of Iron Gold, or even the young, fearsome Darrow of the first trilogy in the series, but angry Darrow. And he is furious.īetrayed, cut off, abandoned by the Republic he founded, branded an outlaw and a traitor, Darrow is a desperate and vengeful war god loose upon the fields of Mercury, where the battered remains of his army cower under siege. Yeah, the Reaper, Darrow of Lycos, (arguable) hero of Pierce Brown's epic Romans-in-space saga Red Rising is back. This is no tale of salvation, it is one of sacrifice. I cannot wave my hands and whisk them back to Mars.
Any illusions of rescue that my return may have awoken now dispel.
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