Bloody-gory-damn hell! Where does one begin? As anyone I’ve
talked to in the past year knows, I loved Red
Rising. So how in the seven hells could Pierce possibly top it? I won’t go
into great detail here lest I ruin your surprise, but he did it. Really.
Imagine some mad genius managed to meld the magnificent bits
and pieces that make classics like A Game
of Thrones and Dune so damn
spectacular into something that is at once similar and yet remarkably different.
This, dear friends, is merely the beginning of Golden Son. Ever read a book so enthralling that you didn’t want to
put it down to eat or sleep? This is such a novel.
If Red Rising was Star Wars, then Golden Son is The Empire Strikes Back.
In short and spoiler-free, our Darrow continues his quest to
make Eo’s dream a reality, and no one, not even himself, nor any
Machiavellian/Arrakeen/Westerosi plot, will stop him. Golden Son starts with a bang. Then the
action builds and builds and builds, never letting up, page after relentless
page. Just when you think you might get a breather, Pierce kicks it up a notch.
Glorious. Laugh, cry, cheer, then curse the author for making you wait for the
inevitable resolution/revolution. I’m sorry I can’t put this book in your hands this minute, and I envy you reading it for the first time. Gorydamn brilliant.