I whimper prayers to Eo, happy she was spared a fate like this. Are the voices mine? I laugh at the idea. The chains and bones trickling through my prison. 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. And attending them is the maddening clatter of chains and bones, vibrating through my prison walls. Coming to me from the endless sea of darkness. Who knows now? I laugh to pass the time, to exhaust the calories the Jackal gives me and make my body shiver into sleep. Sometimes I laugh during the night, during the day. We need others to tether us to life, to give us a reason to live, to feel. I would have thought there to be worse fates than this, but now I know there are none. Back, fingers, tailbone, heels, toes, knees, head. 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. It is the darkness, permanent and unyielding, its only measure the twin pendulums of life-breath and the beating of my heart. 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. It seems months, years, millennia since my knees have unbent, since my spine has straightened from its crooked pose. I can only curl in a ball, a withered fossil of the man that was. Among them are some Darrow once considered friends.1 Only the Dark Deep 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. Darrow and his comrades-in-arms face powerful enemies without scruple or mercy. But devotion to honor and hunger for vengeance run deep on both sides. 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. The Gold overlords demanded his obedience, hanged his wife, and enslaved his people. Now comes the exhilarating conclusion to the Red Rising Trilogy: Morning Star.Darrow would have lived in peace, but his enemies brought him war. Golden Son changed the game and took the story of Darrow to the next level. #1 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER ? Red Rising thrilled readers and announced the presence of a talented new author. But before you download we should know a little explanation about this Ebook. You can download this Ebook with The high image resolution and can also have file formats Kindle. Download or Read Morning Star (Red Rising, #3) PDF, EPUB, MOBI, Audiobook For Free.
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