TEN OF SWORDS
When I look back to Pax, he is dead, his mouth pulled into a quiet smile. Blood slithers along the stone, my own chest tightens and I fall to a knee sobbing, he had no last words he had no goodbye he threw himself upon me and was savaged, dead. Loyal Pax, I clutch his huge head, it hurts to see my titan fallen. He was meant for more, such a soft heart and such a hard foil, he will never laugh again, never stand on the bridge of a destroyer, never wear the cape of a knight or carry the scepter of an imperator, dead.
- Red rising by Pierce Brown












