Oh, the feels! The plot twists, the torment, the adventure, the torn hearts and beheadings! I’ve just finished the second installment of Pierce Brown’s Red Rising trilogy entitled the Golden Son, which I’m going to review twice. Yes, twice. Because it’s worth it. WARNING! Spoilers ahead.
When I realized the Golden Son is coming out soon. Real soon.
Anticipation was great.
Book begins with Darrow not being that brilliant. Naturally, “papa” Augustus isn’t that pleased.
Which brings Darrow to the Jackal, and he still is one shifty little bastard.
Then comes the Gala. The thing about parties in this book…
Cassius and the family.
Octavia and the lying game.
The Howlers are back…
and everything Sevro does and says later on is pure awesome and I’m fingerling throughout the whole book.
All the Darrow-Mustang angst.
Basically, in quite a few moments one of them deserved a…
He’s very confused about the people around him
And his whole man-on-a-mission debate goes something like: “They’re my friends. They’re not my friends. I hate them. I like them. They’re kinda nice. They’re monsters”
And in the end his solitary hero complex blows in his face. Big time.
The battle sequences are epic.
Lorn reminds me of this guy.
Just like any war, there’s a lot of scheming and foul play.
There are a few BIG reveals in the book.
As in VERY big.
And a few big betrayals.
But Darrow and Co. manage to get out of quite a few tight spots. When everything seems to be lost.
Then comes the ending.
Parties are bad for you, kids!