Expected publication: January 28th 2014 by Del Rey
Pierce Brown thank you for writing this but you just made my life harder because I have absolutely no clue about how to review your book.
I have marked sentence after sentence, page after page and can impossibly quote them all. I could gush endlessly about the creative world-building, the remarkable secondary characters, the gritty battle scenes and rage infinitely about your nerve to kill my favorite character off.
But what impressed me above all else was the epic-ness of it all. All the most heroic stories be it myths or legends that can be found in books and movies woven into one glorious tale.
And so I will only recall all those grand movie scenes, that came to mind while reading the book, when my heart actually skiped a beat because it was that glorious.
Do you remember watching a perfect metaphor for overcoming obstacles on the path to greatness? How about Rocky Balboa jogging through the streets of Philadelphia to the soaring music of Bill Conti, running up the steps of the Philadelphia Art Museum?
Do you remember the thundering gallop of the horses, the thrilling cries of the spectators, the overwhelming crunching of bones, the adrenalin and blood pumping in the same dramatic rhythm, faster and faster for Juda Ben-Hur to win the chariotrace even if his former best friend Messala is out to kill him?
Do you remember bloody violence, sensuality and brutality blending into moments of true beauty when 300 Spartans led by King Leonidas made a heroic stand against the overwhelming “golden” Persian army commanded by Xerxes?
Do you remember the meteoric rise of a captured slave, forced into gladiatorial combat and then turning into leader of an uprising and eventually an entire army of brothers? When man after men fight with him, die for him and ultimately show their loyalty by standing up proclaiming “I am Spartacus”.
Do you remember that one line, the most startling and powerful ever to be said in a movie, a line that made you gasp? Do you, like me, still get chills each and every time we hear Vader say“Luke, I am your father”, exploiting his son’s physical and emotional torment in order to get him to join the Dark Side.
“Multiply it by infinity, and take it to the depth of forever, and you will still have barely a glimpse of what I’m talking about.”
I cannot wait to see where Darrow’s story leads us, but it will be nothing less than:
Conan, a barbarian trained in the arts of war joins with thieves in a quest to find the sorcerer responsible for the genocide of his people,
Braveheart, when William Wallace begins a revolt after his bride is executed and leads Scottish warriors against the cruel English tyrant,
and Gladiator, when a Roman general is betrayed and his family murdered by an emperor’s corrupt son, he comes to Rome as a gladiator to seek revenge…
Put into one mindfucking dystopian world.