Adrius au Augustus Quotes


"Let me go and I will give you her head on a platter, if you want. If you lend me an apple, I’ll even put that in her mouth so she looks like a pig at feast. Your choice."

Red Rising, ch. 41: The Jackal, p. 346

"Wish I could have been something more … regal than Jackal, but reputations tend to make themselves."

Red Rising, ch. 41: The Jackal, p. 347

"I confess, I am a Politico, not a fighter. So if we’re to converse, you must say something, Reaper. You look like a statue. I don’t speak statue."

Red Rising, ch. 41: The Jackal, p. 347

"After months in darkness, you eat whatever your mouth finds. Even if it’s still moving. It isn’t very impressive, really. Less human than I would have liked, very much like animals."

Red Rising, ch. 41: The Jackal, p. 347

"Humans are always negotiating. That’s what conversation is. Someone has something, knows something. Someone wants something."

Red Rising, ch. 41: The Jackal, p. 347

"Reaper. Reaper. Reaper. You think this is the end of the line?” He makes a clicking sound of disgust with his tongue. “Negative. Negative, goodman. But if you let me go, then hardship …” He makes a brushing motion with his free hand. “Gone. My father will become your patron. Hello, command. Hello, fame. Hello, power. Just say goodbye to this”—he gestures to the knife—“and let your future begin. We were enemies as children. Now let us be allies as men. You’re the sword, I’m the pen."

Red Rising, ch. 41: The Jackal, p. 348

"Cheat or be cheated, no?"

Red Rising, ch. 41: The Jackal, p. 349

"I told you. I am something different than you. A hand is a peasant’s tool. A Gold’s tool is his mind. Were you of better breeding, you may have realized this sacrifice means so very little to me."

Red Rising, ch. 41: The Jackal, p. 350

"Then let us rise together. I the scepter, you the sword."

Golden Son, ch. 8: Scepter & Sword, p. 59

"Power is the crown that eats the head"

Golden Son, ch. 36: Lord of War, p. 309

"tomorrow, a traitor will be king, and an Empress shall be traitor, so maybe wicked men can be virtuous."

Golden Son, ch. 36: Lord of War, p. 312

"They were wrong. Your side isn’t made of stone."

Golden Son, ch. 51: Golden Son, p. 438

"Then farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear. Farewell remorse: all good to me is lost.” He whispers to some distant, fading part of himself as he lazily lifts the scorcher to his father’s forehead. “Evil, be thou my good."

Golden Son, ch. 51: Golden Son, p. 439

"So now you call me son?” He clucks his tongue scoldingly and straightens his father’s jacket. “Was I your son when you put me on a rock for the elements to claim me? Three days. I was a baby. The Board didn’t even want an Exposure. But you thought I was so weak, and Claudius so strong. Was he strong when I had Karnus put him in the ground?"

Golden Son, ch. 51: Golden Son, p. 440

"I paid Karnus au Bellona seven million credits and six Pinks to sully Claudius’s girl. I knew Claudius’s honor would lead him into the ring. Funny thing is … it was your money. I asked you for it so I could invest in my future. And I did.” He frowns. “Father, did you really think a ten-year-old cares about the Silver market? You should have paid better attention."

Golden Son, ch. 51: Golden Son, p. 440

"I am your boy,” the Jackal sneers. “I was a good son. I worshipped you. I feared you. I obeyed you. I learned what you wished me to learn. I went where you wished me to go. I did only as your will commanded. Yet I was not enough."

Golden Son, ch. 51: Golden Son, p. 441

"This is always how the story would end,” he says to me. “Not with your screams. Not with your rage. But with your silence."

Morning Star, ch. Prologue, p. 2

"I listened to your proposal, now listen to mine. Run. Now. While you can. But know, wherever you go, wherever you hide, you cannot protect your friends. I’m going to kill them all and put you back in the darkness with their severed heads for company. There is no way out, Darrow. This I promise you."

Morning Star, ch. 23: The Tide, p. 176

"I’ve not parted with your gift,” he says. He traces the head of the jackal. “All my life I’ve been given lions. Nothing of my own. What does it say about me that my greatest enemy knows me better than any friend?"

Morning Star, ch. 56: In Time, p. 440

"It’s easy to fool a romantic. To think he was right there when I took his girl. You went running by in the hall screaming Tactus’s name, and he looked up in confusion. I pushed a sliver of Quinn’s skull deeper into her brain with my scalpel. I thought about letting her live with brain damage. But the thought of her drooling everywhere made me sick. You think he still would have loved her if she drooled?"

Morning Star, ch. 56: In Time, p. 440

"Love is for the weak. The only thing you and I have in common is our hunger. You think that I cannot be satisfied. That I always yearn for more. But look in the mirror and you’ll see the same man staring back at you. Tell your little Red friends what you like. But I know you lost yourself among us. You yearned to be Gold. I saw it in your eyes at the Institute. I saw that fever on Luna when I proposed that we should rule. I saw it when you rode that triumphal chariot up to the steps of the citadel. It’s that hunger that makes us forever alone."

Morning Star, ch. 56: In Time, p. 441

"Not even evolved enough to have a Color, Darrow? Just a homo sapiens playing in the realm of gods."

Morning Star, ch. 56: In Time, p. 441

"My dear father thought a man’s deeds make him. I rather think it’s his enemies."

Morning Star, ch. 59: The Lion of Mars, p. 463

"Set aside your little grievances. Today we are Gold. We can bicker when the Rising is ash. Most of you lived the darkness of the caves with me. You watched by my side as this…creature stole what was ours. They will take everything from us. Our homes. Our slaves. Our right to rule. Today we fight to keep what is ours. Today we fight against the dying of our Age."

Morning Star, ch. 59: The Lion of Mars, p. 465

"He’s no Gold,” the Jackal explains. “He doesn’t deserve a razor or a state death. He’ll go like his uncle. In any matter, I very much would like to begin the transition as the hand of justice. Plus, offing Darrow with Sevro’s gun is…more poetic, don’t you think, Octavia?"

Morning Star, ch. 61: The Red, p. 481