Morning Star by Pierce BrownMy rating: 5 of 5 stars
Bloodydamn goryhell.
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 (original) 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 as we get more into the world of the Obsidians. Blood and guts and metal fly thick throughout the pages of this book, all 500-plus pages.
Released as it was in a year when Fury Road was up for Best Picture (which it should've won, gorrammit!), 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 - not now that Iron Gold is starting a whole new trilogy. However, as for Darrow's original solo 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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