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“Sevro." I lean forward. "Your eyes..."
He leans in close. "Do you like 'em?"
"Bloodydamn. Did you get Carved?"
"By the best in the business. Do you like 'em?"
"They're bloodydamn marvelous. Fit you like a glove."
He punches his hands together. "Glad you said that. Cuz they're yours."
I blanch. "What?"
"They're yours."
"My what?"
"Your eyes!"
"My eyes..."
"Do you want the eyes back?" Sevro asks, suddenly worried. "I can give them back."
"No!" I say. "It's just I forgot how crazy you are."
"Oh." He laughs and slaps my shoulder. "Good. I thought it might be something serious. So I'm prime keeping them?"
"Finders keepers," I say with a shrug.”
― Pierce Brown, Morning Star

“If you're watching, Eo, it's time to close your eyes. The Reaper has come. And he's brought hell with him.”
― Pierce Brown, Morning Star

“That gulf that divided us is still there, filled with questions and recriminations and guilt, but that's only part of love, part of being human. Everything is cracked, everything is stained except the fragile moments that hang crystalline in time and make life worth living.”
― Pierce Brown, Morning Star

“If you're watching, Eo, it's time to close your eyes.”
― Pierce Brown, Morning Star

“I see why Demokracy is illegal. First comes yelling. Frustration. Indecision. Disagreements. Ideas.”
― Pierce Brown, Red Rising

“In another world, Mustang would never be a warrior, would never be cruel.
In any world Victra would always be this. Always too wild and full of fire to find peace in anything else.”
― Pierce Brown, Golden Son