It's one thing to kill in the heat of battle or to premeditatedly take out a Bad Guy, but to play god, picking and choosing who will die b/c their death will create more chaos than that-person-over-there. I'm not sure how down I am with the cause. She's this BAFFLING combination of ruthlessness, pragmatism, compassion, self-entitlement, and poor self-esteem that causes her to constantly second guess herself.īeyond that. You know why? B/c Scarlett O'Hara would make a damn terrible assassin, that's why.Īnd Mare Barrow makes an equally terrible freedom fighter. You don't go all Scarlett O'Hara and say, "I'll think about that tomorrow." *flutters hands delicately* But regardless, YOU TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR YOUR ACTIONS. And if you're having legitimately conflicted thoughts, then maybe you shouldn't be killing anyone. I'm adapting that statement: if you're going to kill someone for the "greater good," you need to be decisive about it. I've said before that if you're going to be an assassin, you need to own it. Then sticks her head in the sand like a fraking ostrich after the decision is carried out:Īll together, twelve died last night, but I refuse to learn their names. And a husband, and a son, and a grandson, and maybe an uncle and a nephew, too. In the flickering candlelight, our shadows look like monsters on the walls. I remember the words and speak with them. "We will rise," he breathes, in unison with Tristan. I can feel the weight of my action, the importance behind it. "Are you with us, Mare Barrow?" he says, his hand closing over mine. Previously, when it was an issue, it was in regards to only two types of characters: those who stepped up, and those who didn't. I hadn't given much thought to why I typically crave bloodthirstiness from my heroines. BUT "the inevitable disappointment" blah, blah, turned a statement that could have been a powerful illustration into overkill.ġ. "Backs bent by work" was sufficient to get the point across. Our backs are bent by work and unanswered hope and the inevitable disappointment with our lot in life. The only thing that serves to distinguish, outwardly at least, is that Silvers stand tall. Sold as I was (at first), the heavy-handed descriptions and comparisons, piled on top of unnecessary flourishes, piled on top of still more comparisons. And as much as I love Red Rising and Golden Son, I would jump all over it if I thought this book was a copycat.īUT. royals with superpowers? And a heroine from amongst the downtrodden servant class? Okay, yes, that does sound kind of familiar, especially considering that said downtrodden heroine is a Red, but beyond that I didn't feel like there were many similarities. Sold as I was (at first), the heavy- Reviewed by: Rabid Reads And as much as I love Red Rising and Golden Son, I would jump all over it if I thought this book was a copycat. Reviewed by: Rabid Reads This book didn't start out terribly. But this is a world of betrayal and lies, and Mare has entered a dangerous dance-Reds against Silvers, prince against prince, and Mare against her own heart.more Despite knowing that one misstep would mean her death, Mare works silently to help the Red Guard, a militant resistance group, and bring down the Silver regime. Fearful of Mare's potential, the Silvers hide her in plain view, declaring her a long-lost Silver princess, now engaged to a Silver prince. One that threatens to destroy the balance of power. Here, surrounded by the people she hates the most, Mare discovers that, despite her red blood, she possesses a deadly power of her own. That is until she finds herself working in the Silver Palace. And to Mare Barrow, a seventeen-year-old Red girl from the poverty-stricken Stilts, it seems like nothing will ever change. The Reds are commoners, ruled by a Silver elite in possession of god-like superpowers. Here, surrounded by the people she hates the most, Mar This is a world divided by blood-red or silver. This is a world divided by blood-red or silver.
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