Morning Star by Pierce Brown
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Red Rising mashed up all the games: Ender's Game, The Hunger Games, Game of Thrones.
Golden Son went for more all-out Thrones.
And finally, the trilogy reaches its conclusion in Morning Star, best described as the unholy and freakishly, outrageously awesome love child of Star Wars and Thor. No, seriously. The Roman inspiration for the first two books takes a backseat throughout much of this one to make room for some seriously gnarly futuristic Norse mythology. Blood and guts and metal fly thick throughout the pages of this book, all 500-plus pages.
In a year when Fury Road is up for Best Picture (which it HAS to win, because it's far and away the best of all the Oscar nominees this year), this book is a sign that the high-action revival isn't just limited to film.
I'm so glad to hear that Pierce Brown isn't done with this universe yet - he's already announced a new sequel trilogy. However, as for Darrow's story, we're finally full circle with it, and thus I can bow to Brown's awesomeness as I wish this series ave atque vale, and...
Per aspera ad astra.
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