Red Rising
Book I of The Red Rising Trilogy
(Sprache: Englisch)
Red Rising is the story of a society in a desolate future, riven by class conflict and shaken by the tremors of an impending revolution. But more than that, it's the story of Darrow a secret revolutionary who is inspired not only by a longing for social justice, but by lost love.
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Red Rising is the story of a society in a desolate future, riven by class conflict and shaken by the tremors of an impending revolution. But more than that, it's the story of Darrow a secret revolutionary who is inspired not only by a longing for social justice, but by lost love.
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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • Pierce Brown's relentlessly entertaining debut channels the excitement of The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins and Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card. "Red Rising ascends above a crowded dystopian field."-USA Today
NAMED ONE OF THE BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR BY ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY, BUZZFEED, AND SHELF AWARENESS
"I live for the dream that my children will be born free," she says. "That they will be what they like. That they will own the land their father gave them."
"I live for you," I say sadly.
Eo kisses my cheek. "Then you must live for more."
Darrow is a Red, a member of the lowest caste in the color-coded society of the future. Like his fellow Reds, he works all day, believing that he and his people are making the surface of Mars livable for future generations. Yet he toils willingly, trusting that his blood and sweat will one day result in a better world for his children.
But Darrow and his kind have been betrayed. Soon he discovers that humanity reached the surface generations ago. Vast cities and lush wilds spread across the planet. Darrow-and Reds like him-are nothing more than slaves to a decadent ruling class.
Inspired by a longing for justice, and driven by the memory of lost love, Darrow sacrifices everything to infiltrate the legendary Institute, a proving ground for the dominant Gold caste, where the next generation of humanity's overlords struggle for power. He will be forced to compete for his life and the very future of civilization against the best and most brutal of Society's ruling class. There, he will stop at nothing to bring down his enemies . . . even if it means he has to become one of them to do so.
Praise for Red Rising
"[A] spectacular adventure . . . one heart-pounding ride . . . Pierce Brown's dizzyingly good debut novel evokes The Hunger Games, Lord of the Flies, and Ender's Game. . . . [Red Rising] has everything it needs to become meteoric."-Entertainment Weekly
"Ender,
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Katniss, and now Darrow."-Scott Sigler
"Red Rising is a sophisticated vision. . . . Brown will find a devoted audience."-Richmond Times-Dispatch
Don't miss any of Pierce Brown's Red Rising Saga:
RED RISING • GOLDEN SON • MORNING STAR • IRON GOLD • DARK AGE
"Red Rising is a sophisticated vision. . . . Brown will find a devoted audience."-Richmond Times-Dispatch
Don't miss any of Pierce Brown's Red Rising Saga:
RED RISING • GOLDEN SON • MORNING STAR • IRON GOLD • DARK AGE
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1Helldiver
The first thing you should know about me is I am my father s son. And when they came for him, I did as he asked. I did not cry. Not when the Society televised the arrest. Not when the Golds tried him. Not when the Grays hanged him. Mother hit me for that. My brother Kieran was supposed to be the stoic one. He was the elder, I the younger. I was supposed to cry. Instead, Kieran bawled like a girl when Little Eo tucked a haemanthus into Father s left workboot and ran back to her own father s side. My sister Leanna murmured a lament beside me. I just watched and thought it a shame that he died dancing but without his dancing shoes.
On Mars there is not much gravity. So you have to pull the feet to break the neck. They let the loved ones do it.
I smell my own stink inside my frysuit. The suit is some kind of nanoplastic and is hot as its name suggests. It insulates me toe to head. Nothing gets in. Nothing gets out. Especially not the heat. Worst part is you can t wipe the sweat from your eyes. Bloodydamn stings as it goes through the headband to puddle at the heels. Not to mention the stink when you piss. Which you always do. Gotta take in a load of water through the drinktube. I guess you could be fit with a catheter. We choose the stink.
The drillers of my clan chatter some gossip over the comm in my ear as I ride atop the clawDrill. I m alone in this deep tunnel on a machine built like a titanic metal hand, one that grasps and gnaws at the ground. I control its rockmelting digits from the holster seat atop the drill, just where the elbow joint would be. There, my fingers fit into control gloves that manipulate the many tentacle-like drills some ninety meters below my perch. To be a Helldiver, they say your fingers must flicker fast as tongues of fire. Mine flicker faster.
Despite the voices in my ear, I am alone in the deep tunnel. My existence is vibration, the echo of my own breath, and heat so thick and noxious it feels like I m
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swaddled in a heavy quilt of hot piss.
A new river of sweat breaks through the scarlet sweatband tied around my forehead and slips into my eyes, burning them till they re as red as my rusty hair. I used to reach and try to wipe the sweat away, only to scratch futilely at the faceplate of my frysuit. I still want to. Even after three years, the tickle and sting of the sweat is a raw misery.
The tunnel walls around my holster seat are bathed a sulfurous yellow by a corona of lights. The reach of the light fades as I look up the thin vertical shaft I ve carved today. Above, precious helium-3 glimmers like liquid silver, but I m looking at the shadows, looking for the pitvipers that curl through the darkness seeking the warmth of my drill. They ll eat into your suit too, bite through the shell and then try to burrow into the warmest place they find, usually your belly, so they can lay their eggs. I ve been bitten before. Still dream of the beast black, like a thick tendril of oil. They can get as wide as a thigh and long as three men, but it s the babies we fear. They don t know how to ration their poison. Like me, their ancestors came from Earth, then Mars and the deep tunnels changed them.
It is eerie in the deep tunnels. Lonely. Beyond the roar of the drill, I hear the voices of my friends, all older. But I cannot see them a half klick above me in the darkness. They drill high above, near the mouth of the tunnel that I ve carved, descending with hooks and lines to dangle along the sides of the tunnel to get at the small veins of helium-3. They mine with meter-long drills, gobbling up the chaff. The work still requires mad dexterity of foot and hand, but I m the earner in this crew. I am the Helldiver. It takes a certain kind and I m the youngest anyone can remember.
I ve been in the mines for three years. You
A new river of sweat breaks through the scarlet sweatband tied around my forehead and slips into my eyes, burning them till they re as red as my rusty hair. I used to reach and try to wipe the sweat away, only to scratch futilely at the faceplate of my frysuit. I still want to. Even after three years, the tickle and sting of the sweat is a raw misery.
The tunnel walls around my holster seat are bathed a sulfurous yellow by a corona of lights. The reach of the light fades as I look up the thin vertical shaft I ve carved today. Above, precious helium-3 glimmers like liquid silver, but I m looking at the shadows, looking for the pitvipers that curl through the darkness seeking the warmth of my drill. They ll eat into your suit too, bite through the shell and then try to burrow into the warmest place they find, usually your belly, so they can lay their eggs. I ve been bitten before. Still dream of the beast black, like a thick tendril of oil. They can get as wide as a thigh and long as three men, but it s the babies we fear. They don t know how to ration their poison. Like me, their ancestors came from Earth, then Mars and the deep tunnels changed them.
It is eerie in the deep tunnels. Lonely. Beyond the roar of the drill, I hear the voices of my friends, all older. But I cannot see them a half klick above me in the darkness. They drill high above, near the mouth of the tunnel that I ve carved, descending with hooks and lines to dangle along the sides of the tunnel to get at the small veins of helium-3. They mine with meter-long drills, gobbling up the chaff. The work still requires mad dexterity of foot and hand, but I m the earner in this crew. I am the Helldiver. It takes a certain kind and I m the youngest anyone can remember.
I ve been in the mines for three years. You
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Autoren-Porträt von Pierce Brown
Pierce Brown
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Pierce Brown
- 2015, 416 Seiten, Masse: 14,1 x 21 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin Random House
- ISBN-10: 034553980X
- ISBN-13: 9780345539809
- Erscheinungsdatum: 18.07.2014
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
[A] spectacular adventure . . . one heart-pounding ride . . . Pierce Brown s dizzyingly good debut novel evokes The Hunger Games, Lord of the Flies, and Ender s Game. . . . [Red Rising] has everything it needs to become meteoric. Entertainment Weekly[A] top-notch debut novel . . . Red Rising ascends above a crowded dystopian field. USA Today
Red Rising is a sophisticated vision. . . . Brown will find a devoted audience. Richmond Times-Dispatch
A story of vengeance, warfare and the quest for power . . . reminiscent of The Hunger Games and Game of Thrones. Kirkus Reviews
Fast-paced, gripping, well-written the sort of book you cannot put down. I am already on the lookout for the next one. Terry Brooks, New York Times bestselling author of The Sword of Shannara
Pierce Brown has done an astounding job at delivering a powerful piece of literature that will definitely make a mark in the minds of readers. The Huffington Post
Compulsively readable and exceedingly entertaining . . . a must for both fans of classic sci-fi and fervent followers of new school dystopian epics. Examiner
[A] great debut . . . The author gathers a spread of elements together in much the same way George R. R. Martin does. Tordotcom
Very ambitious . . . a natural for Hunger Games fans of all ages. Booklist
Ender, Katniss, and now Darrow: Pierce Brown s empire-crushing debut is a sprawling vision. Scott Sigler, New York Times bestselling author of Pandemic
A Hollywood-ready story with plenty of action and thrills. Publishers Weekly
Reminiscent of . . . Suzanne Collins s The Hunger Games . . . [Red Rising] will captivate readers and leave them wanting more. Library Journal (starred review)
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