Morning Star: Book 3 Of The Red Rising Saga by Pierce BrownMorning Star: Book 3 Of The Red Rising Saga by Pierce Brown

Morning Star: Book 3 Of The Red Rising Saga

byPierce Brown

Hardcover | June 30, 2017

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#1 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • Red Rising thrilled readers and announced the presence of a talented new author. Golden Son changed the game and took the story of Darrow to the next level. Now comes the exhilarating next chapter in the Red Rising Saga: Morning Star.


Darrow would have lived in peace, but his enemies brought him war. The Gold overlords demanded his obedience, hanged his wife, and enslaved his people. But Darrow is determined to fight back. Risking everything to transform himself and breach Gold society, Darrow has battled to survive the cutthroat rivalries that breed Society’s mightiest warriors, climbed the ranks, and waited patiently to unleash the revolution that will tear the hierarchy apart from within.

Finally, the time has come.

But devotion to honor and hunger for vengeance run deep on both sides. Darrow and his comrades-in-arms face powerful enemies without scruple or mercy. Among them are some Darrow once considered friends. To win, Darrow will need to inspire those shackled in darkness to break their chains, unmake the world their cruel masters have built, and claim a destiny too long denied—and too glorious to surrender.

Praise for Morning Star

“There is no one writing today who does shameless, Michael Bay–style action set pieces the way Brown does. The battle scenes are kinetic, bloody, breathless, crazy. Everything is on fire all the time.”—NPR

Morning Star is this trilogy’s Return of the Jedi. . . . The impactful battles that make up most of Morning Star are damn near operatic. . . . It absolutely satisfies.”Tordotcom

“Excellent . . . Brown’s vivid, first-person prose puts the reader right at the forefront of impassioned speeches, broken families, and engaging battle scenes . . . as this interstellar civil war comes to a most satisfying conclusion.”Publishers Weekly (starred review)

“A page-turning epic filled with twists and turns . . . The conclusion to Brown’s saga is simply stellar.”Booklist (starred review)

“Multilayered and seething with characters who exist in a shadow world between history and myth, much as in Frank Herbert’s Dune . . . an ambitious and satisfying conclusion to a monumental saga.”Kirkus Reviews
Pierce Brown is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Red Rising, Golden Son, Morning Star, Iron Gold, and Dark Age. His work has been published in thirty-three languages and thirty-five territories. He lives in Los Angeles, where he is at work on his next novel.
Title:Morning Star: Book 3 Of The Red Rising SagaFormat:HardcoverProduct dimensions:544 pages, 9.6 × 6.4 × 1.7 inShipping dimensions:9.6 × 6.4 × 1.7 inPublished:June 30, 2017Publisher:Random House Publishing GroupLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0345539842

ISBN - 13:9780345539847


Rated 4 out of 5 by from Incredible Series! Im sad that it's over, can't wait for Iron Gold!
Date published: 2018-01-15
Rated 4 out of 5 by from rly good not as good as the first tho
Date published: 2017-02-12
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved the series An amazing and tragically sad end to a great series.
Date published: 2017-01-24
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Bloodydamn Well, I enjoyed this. Not as much as the first two. Overall I recommend the entire series. I've enjoyed Ender's Game and would put this right in there with it. Fantastic series. Space, war, politics, games. Yes, please.
Date published: 2017-01-20
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Best trilogy I read in 2016 This book was fabulous! I enjoyed it so much! There were things in the book that I hated (that happened to characters) but I acknowledge their importance to the overall story. I also, thankfully, saw through the scheme at the end, or I may have been pulling my hair out. I did briefly hate Pierce Brown until I talked myself out of it. I think Pierce Brown is just as tricky, if not trickier than, Jeffrey Deaver because, over and over, you just can't see what he's got up his sleeve. Definitely one of my favourite authors, and this is now one of my all-time favourite series. I just can't think of much that is not good about the Red Rising Trilogy apart from having to put your life on hold while you read on.
Date published: 2017-01-16
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Perfect ending to my favorite series of all time The Good Stuff I don't think I have the words to express how much I loved this bloodydamn series. Quite frankly if you didn't love all three books, I am afraid you are a pixie and we cannot be friends So many twists and turns I was constantly on the edge of my seat - you never know what is going to happen. Honestly my heart hurt at times and I was constantly shouting out loud while listening to this one. I even talked to Jeff about the book and I rarely ever talk about books to my hubby who doesn't like to read The scene between Darrow and Cassius was brilliant As always the dialogues between characters are marvelous I love Sevro - that man gets to say the best stuff Sevro's speech (Hard to write this review as I don't want to give away anything) and what he does is one of the best scenes I have ever read I fell in love with each and every character, they felt like they were friends So many universal truths brilliantly woven into a fictional tale My favorite book used to be The Stand by Stephen King - it has now been overtaken by the Red Rising series - this my friends is epic I love reading this series but I gotta tell ya even better is listening to Tim Gerard Reynolds read it - god I could hear him say Helldiver over and over Fabulous satisfying ending The Not So Good Stuff The book ended My heart was ripped out and I don't think I can recover from that one death Scared the dog when I bawled out loud or was shouting at certain plot points (won't let out any spoilers) I hate writing reviews for books that mean so much to me - I wish I had Pierce Brown's gift with words to express my love for this series Favorite Quotes/Passages “And I wonder, in my last moments, if the planet does not mind that we wound her surface or pillage her bounty, because she knows we silly warm things are not even a breath in her cosmic life. We have grown and spread, and will rage and die. And when all that remains of us is our steel monuments and plastic idols, her winds will whisper, her sands will shift, and she will spin on and on, forgetting about the bold, hairless apes who thought they deserved immortality.” "If the need arises I got a goblin-sized fighter jet" “I’m a bloodydarn ((had to change as it didn't like the proper word for the review)) Helldiver with an army of giant, mildly psychotic women behind me and a fleet of state-of-the-art warships crewed by pissed-off pirates, engineers, techs, and former slaves.” “I said it once. Now I’ll say it twice. If there’s two things in this world that can’t be killed, it’s the fungus under my sack and the Reaper of bloodydamn Mars. Haha!” “It’s a man I would die to protect even as he dies to save the soul of this rebellion.” “Go on. What about her? Come on, man. You killed my brothers. I killed Fitchner. It’s already awkward.” "What kind of parent would want their children to have servants? The moment a child thinks it is entitled to anything, they think they deserve everything." 5 Dewey's I purchased this book and no one is making me write a review - I just gory darrn (had to change as it didn't like the proper word for the review) this book and the whole brilliant series
Date published: 2016-03-01
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Best one yet I envy everyone who have yet to start this series. Bloodydamn brilliant conclusion to a truly epic trilogy. I miss it already.
Date published: 2016-02-29
Rated 5 out of 5 by from LOVED the final chapter of Darrow's journey This was such a satisfying and wonderful end to an epic story. Brown is excellent at world building, creating strong female characters and provoking conversation about the shades of gray of decisions and right and wrong. Excellent, third book in an excellent trilogy.
Date published: 2016-02-29
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A trilogy worthy to be a modern sci-fi classic "The Reaper has come. And he's brought hell with him." Gorydamn right he has. He being Darrow. He being Pierce Brown. Our Golden Sons. I cannot in good conscience give this anything lower than a 5-star rating. Sure, I may have some minor nit-picky issues with "Morning Star," however, the Red Rising trilogy has by far exceeded my expectations of just how consumable and appealing a science fiction series can be without watering down any of what makes a sci-fi series great. It's one of those rare instances where the trio of books is a strong chain. The trilogy starts off with a bang and announces the arrival of a new voice in the sci-fi/fantasy world – Red Rising; the middle novel changes the game for the whole storyline and serves as one of the best sequel I have ever read – Golden Son; and then satisfyingly concludes almost every string of events and plot points that have led up to its astounding finale. "Morning Star" pays tribute to both its predecessors, being a good mix of featuring fantastical touches through its mythology and setting as the first book does, and including bloody exciting space warfaring and politicking like in the second book. And when you have "Bye, Felicia" as a line in this book, how can one not be slayed? So whatever "this should have happened like.." or "that would have been better like…" I have on my part, I only say to myself: Bye, Felicia. I shiver at this: ""Whatever happens, remember we're the lucky ones," I say. "We get to make a difference today. But you're my family. So be brave. Protect each other. And come home."" I'll be howling the name of this series and its creator forever.
Date published: 2016-02-26
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A Thrilling Third Chapter In A Mesmerizing Trilogy! "Morning Star" the gritty and brutal third book in a mesmerizing trilogy opens with Darrow's escape from his isolation and torture at the hands of the Jackal. His freedom ignites a war that explodes from Core to the Rim as he works to liberate his people and bring an end to the tyranny of the ruling Gold society. In this first person narrative that flow's smoothly in a style that's as gripping as it is descriptive, Darrow of Lykos, the Reaper crushed by the weight of his guilt, pain and tragic loss that shaped him into a killer transforms into the instrument of change he was destined to be. The action never stops as Darrow and his friends plan a kidnapping, fight cannibals, confront a deadly warrior race as well as face the Moon Lords, the lunar monarch and the Jackal in a fight for their lives. As the conflict spreads and the death toll mounts the intensity and suspense escalates as Darrow draws closer to freeing his people from the Gold's oppression. As secrets and lies are exposed, betrayal and deception grow within old and new alliances that heightens the tension and keeps the reader riveted. Yet at the heart of the story in a setting that's uncertain and dark, there are clear messages about the destructiveness and fruitlessness of war that only breeds suffering, more strife, and chaos if change isn't part of the rebuilding process. Within a plot filled with brutality, bloody violence and death, there are also strong elements of friendship, love, acceptance and redemption in relationships like Sevro and Victra's as well as in the trust and loyalty that re- emerges between Cassius and Darrow. Even the fractured romance between Virginia Augustus (Mustang) and Darrow takes on a new dimension as they learn to rely on and trust each other again. There is a transformation and strengthening even in the personalities of many of the characters that adds depth and power to this story; like Darrow who becomes humble, afraid and thinks less of himself after his imprisonment. He slowly develops into a perceptive and sensitive man who hates all the bloodshed and killing but recognizes not only that victory comes at a cost, but that rebuilding will be a slow and painful process. Pragmatic, reckless but humorous Sevro leader of the Howlers evolves into a supportive, loyal friend as he puts aside his hatred and revenge just as Cassius changes after recognizing the destructiveness of his blind honour and obedience to duty. Although antagonists like Octavia and Aja are cruel, heartless and power-hungry, the warmth and loyalty within their relationship like Jackal's dysfunctional background and death lends a tragic sadness to the drama. "Morning Star" is a fitting end to an intriguing and exciting science-fiction trilogy that captivates the reader from the first book to the last. I highly recommend it and will look for more from Pierce Brown in the future.
Date published: 2016-02-24
Rated 1 out of 5 by from Terrible DO NOT READ This book is is terrible. It ignores all the characterization from the previous novels. It it ifull of fluff and no substance.
Date published: 2016-02-24
Rated 1 out of 5 by from Terrible DO NOT READ THisw book makes no sense and ignores all the characterization from the previous novels.
Date published: 2016-02-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A wonderful ending to the trilogy *bangs head* I had to wait about a week to even start writing this review. I was stunned speechless. That's only because I had no idea what to write about. I'm going to try make sense of what I thought, wish me luck. Pierce Brown delivered the last book in timely fashion. I hate to say this, but he is not afraid to kill off his characters in the same lines as Rowling and Martin :S There was always this sense of fearful apprehension that was lurking around every corner. The slower parts made me super anxious. Not only was there the same gut-wrenching (and I mean that quite literally) action was there, the characters themselves are also going through massive size character arcs. Darrow was going through one, and it was odd seeing him feel so powerless. Servo was one character that I immediately liked even more. He reminded me a lot of Ron Weasley from the Harry Potter series, a loyal kind friend who will always stick up for friends and give support. My heart just reached out for both of them because they started making mistakes left and right. As for Mustang, I couldn't help but still a little uneasy when she would appear. I still didn't trust her only because she is the Jackal's twin sister, but then I realized that would be too predictable. Brown doesn't do predictable, he likes to lead you down one path, then twist it around and slap you in the face! There's a part in the book where I had to stop reading just because my heart felt like it would leap out from my chest, it was that intense! The pacing itself for Morning Star is pretty perfect with both highs and lows. And the ending? Well I can't comment about that, but I believe most of my questions were answered. Needless to say, I am bloodydamn excited to read more from this universe for Brown is also writing a spin-off trilogy about the Golds. An inventive, fast-paced, gut-wrenching and emotional read, you're going to want this on your bookshelves book nerds! Read it before the movies come out :P
Date published: 2016-02-23

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1Only the DarkDeep in darkness, far from warmth and sun and moons, I lie, quiet as the stone that surrounds me, imprisoning my hunched body in a dreadful womb. I cannot stand. Cannot stretch. I can only curl in a ball, a withered fossil of the man that was. Hands cuffed behind my back. Naked on cold rock.All alone with the dark.It seems months, years, millennia since my knees have unbent, since my spine has straightened from its crooked pose. The ache is madness. My joints fuse like rusted iron. How much time has passed since I saw my Golden friends bleeding out into the grass? Since I felt gentle Roque kiss my cheek as he broke my heart?Time is no river.Not here.In this tomb, time is the stone. It is the darkness, permanent and unyielding, its only measure the twin pendulums of life—­breath and the beating of my heart.In. Buh . . . bump. Buh . . . bump.Out. Buh . . . bump. Buh . . . bump.In. Buh . . . bump. Buh . . . bump.And forever it repeats. Until . . . Until when? Until I die of old age? Until I crush my skull against the stone? Until I gnaw out the tubes the Yellows threaded into my lower gut to force nutrients in and wastes out?Or until you go mad?“No.” I grind my teeth.Yessssss.“It’s only the dark.” I breathe in. Calm myself. Touch the walls in my soothing pattern. Back, fingers, tailbone, heels, toes, knees, head. Repeat. A dozen times. A hundred. Why not be sure? Make it a thousand.Yes. I’m alone.I would have thought there to be worse fates than this, but now I know there are none. Man is no island. We need those who love us. We need those who hate us. We need others to tether us to life, to give us a reason to live, to feel. All I have is the darkness. Sometimes I scream. Sometimes I laugh during the night, during the day. Who knows now? I laugh to pass the time, to exhaust the calories the Jackal gives me and make my body shiver into sleep.I weep too. I hum. I whistle.I listen to voices above. Coming to me from the endless sea of darkness. And attending them is the maddening clatter of chains and bones, vibrating through my prison walls. All so close, yet a thousand kilometers away, as if a whole world existed just beyond the darkness and I cannot see it, cannot touch it, taste it, feel it, or pierce that veil to belong to the world once again. I am imprisoned in solitude.I hear the voices now. The chains and bones trickling through my prison.Are the voices mine?I laugh at the idea.I curse.I plot. Kill.Slaughter. Gouge. Rip. Burn.I beg. I hallucinate. I bargain.I whimper prayers to Eo, happy she was spared a fate like this.She’s not listening.I sing childhood ballads and recite Dying Earth, The Lamplighter, the Ramayana, The Odyssey in Greek and Latin, then in the lost languages of Arabic, English, Chinese, and German, pulling from memories of dataDrops Matteo gave me when I was barely more than a boy. Seeking strength from the wayward Argive who only wished to find his way home.You forget what he did.Odysseus was a hero. He broke the walls of Troy with his wooden horse. Like I broke the Bellona armies in the Iron Rain over Mars.And then . . .“No,” I snap. “Quiet.”. . . men entered Troy. Found mothers. Found children. Guess what they did?“Shut up!”You know what they did. Bone. Sweat. Flesh. Ash. Weeping. Blood.The darkness cackles with glee.Reaper, Reaper, Reaper . . . All deeds that last are painted in blood.Am I asleep? Am I awake? I’ve lost my way. Everything bleeding together, drowning me in visions and whispers and sounds. Again and again I jerk Eo’s fragile little ankles. Break Julian’s face. Hear Pax and Quinn and Tactus and Lorn and Victra sigh their last. So much pain. And for what? To fail my wife. To fail my people.And fail Ares. Fail your friends.How many are even left?Sevro? Ragnar?Mustang?Mustang. What if she knows you’re here . . . What if she doesn’t care .  . . And why would she? You who betrayed. You who lied. You who used her mind. Her body. Her blood. You showed her your true face and she ran. What if it was her? What if she betrayed you? Could you love her then?“Shut up!” I scream at myself, at the darkness.Don’t think of her. Don’t think of her.Why ever not? You miss her.A vision of her is spawned in the darkness like so many before it—­a girl riding away from me across a field of green, twisting in her saddle and laughing for me to follow. Hair rippling as would summer hay fluttering from a farmer’s wagon.You crave her. You love her. The Golden girl. Forget that Red bitch.“No.” I slam my head against the wall. “It’s only the dark,” I whisper. Only the dark playing tricks on my mind. But still I try to forget Mustang, Eo. There is no world beyond this place. I cannot miss what does not exist.Warm blood trickles down my forehead from old scabs, now freshly broken. It drips off my nose. I extend my tongue, probing the cold stone till I find the drops. Savor the salt, the Martian iron. Slowly. Slowly. Let the novelty of sensation last. Let the flavor linger and remind me I am a man. A Red of Lykos. A Helldiver.No. You are not. You are nothing. Your wife abandoned you and stole your child. Your whore turned from you. You were not good enough. You were too proud. Too stupid. Too wicked. Now, you are forgotten.Am I?When last I saw the Golden girl, I was on my knees beside Ragnar in the tunnels of Lykos, asking Mustang to betray her own people and live for more. I knew that if she chose to join us, Eo’s dream would blossom. A better world was at our fingertips. Instead, she left. Could she forget me? Has her love for me left her?She only loved your mask.“It’s only the dark. Only the dark. Only the dark,” I mumble faster and faster.I should not be here.I should be dead. After the death of Lorn, I was to be given to Octavia so her Carvers could dissect me to discover the secrets of how I became Gold. To see if there could be others like me. But the Jackal made a bargain. Kept me for his own. He tortured me in his Attica estate, asking about the Sons of Ares, about Lykos and my family. Never telling me how he discovered my secret. I begged him to end my life.In the end, he gave me stone.“When all is lost, honor demands death,” Roque once told me. “It is a noble end.” But what would a rich poet know of death? The poor know death. Slaves know death. But even as I yearn for it, I fear it. Because the more I see of this cruel world, the less I believe it ends in some pleasant fiction.The Vale is not real.It’s a lie told by mothers and fathers to give their starving children a reason for the horror. There is no reason. Eo is gone. She never watched me fight for her dream. She did not care what fate I made at the Institute or if I loved Mustang, because the day she died, she became nothing. There is nothing but this world. It is our beginning and our end. Our one chance at joy before the dark.Yes. But you don’t have to end. You can escape this place, the darkness whispers to me. Say the words. Say them. You know the way.It is right. I do.“All you must say is ‘I am broken,’ and this will all end,” the Jackal said long ago, before he lowered me into this hell. “I will put you in a lovely estate for the rest of your days and send you warm, beautiful Pinks and food enough to make you fatter than the Ash Lord. But the words carry a price.”Worth it. Save yourself. No one else will.“That price, dear Reaper, is your family.”The family he seized from Lykos with his lurchers and now keeps in his prison in the bowels of his Attica fortress. Never letting me see them. Never letting me tell them I love them, and that I’m sorry I was not strong enough to protect them.“I will feed them to the prisoners of this fortress,” he said. “These men and women you think should rule instead of Gold. Once you see the animal in man, you will know that I am right and you are wrong. Gold must rule.”Let them go, the darkness says. The sacrifice is practical. It is wise.“No . . . I won’t . . .”Your mother would want you to live.Not at that price.What man could grasp a mother’s love? Live. For her. For Eo.Could she want that? Is the darkness right? After all, I’m important. Eo said so. Ares said so; he chose me. Me of all the Reds. I can break the chains. I can live for more. It’s not selfish for me to escape this prison. In the grand scheme of things, it is selfless.Yes. Selfless, really . . .Mother would beg me to make this sacrifice. Kieran would understand. So would my sister. I can save our people. Eo’s dream must be made real, no matter the cost. It’s my responsibility to persevere. It is my right.Say the words.I slam my head into the stone and scream at the darkness to go away. It cannot trick me. It cannot break me.Didn’t you know? All men break.Its high cackle mocks me, stretching forever.And I know it is right. All men break. I did already under his torture. I told him that I was from Lykos. Where he could find my family. But there is a way out, to honor what I am. What Eo loved. To silence the voices.“Roque, you were right,” I whisper. “You were right.” I just want to be home. To be gone from here. But I can’t have that. All that’s left, the only honorable path for me, is death. Before I betray even more of who I am.Death is the way out.Don’t be a fool. Stop. Stop.I lurch my head forward into the wall harder than before. Not to punish, but to kill. To end myself. If there is no pleasant end to this world, then nothingness will suffice. But if there is a Vale beyond this plane, I will find it. I’m coming, Eo. At last, I am on my way. “I love you.”No. No. No. No. No.I crash my skull again into stone. Heat pours down my face. Sparks of pain dance in the black. The darkness wails at me, but I do not stop.If this is the end, I will rage toward it.But as I pull back my head to deliver one last great blow, existence groans. Rumbling like an earthquake. Not the darkness. Something beyond. Something in the stone itself, growing louder and deeper above me, till the darkness cracks and a blazing sword of light slashes down.

Editorial Reviews

“You could call [Pierce] Brown science fiction’s best-kept secret. In Morning Star, the trilogy’s devastating and inspiring final chapter, . . . he flirts with volume, oscillating between thundering space escapes and hushed, tense parleys between rivals, where the cinematic dialogue oozes such specificity and suspense you could almost hear a pin drop between pages. His achievement is in creating an uncomfortably familiar world of flaw, fear, and promise.”—Entertainment Weekly“There is no one writing today who does shameless, Michael Bay–style action set pieces the way Brown does. The battle scenes are kinetic, bloody, breathless, crazy. Everything is on fire all the time.”—NPR   “Morning Star is this trilogy’s Return of the Jedi. . . . The impactful battles that make up most of Morning Star are damn near operatic. . . . It absolutely satisfies.”—Tordotcom   “Excellent . . . Brown’s vivid, first-person prose puts the reader right at the forefront of impassioned speeches, broken families, and engaging battle scenes . . . as this interstellar civil war comes to a most satisfying conclusion.”—Publishers Weekly (starred review) “A page-turning epic filled with twists and turns . . . The conclusion to Brown’s saga is simply stellar.”—Booklist (starred review)“Multilayered and seething with characters who exist in a shadow world between history and myth, much as in Frank Herbert’s Dune . . . an ambitious and satisfying conclusion to a monumental saga.”—Kirkus Reviews