Zohr Áskellson

“In a storm, you don't tie two boats together. They'll drag each other down.”
― Pierce Brown, Golden Son

“I will love you until the sun dies. And when it does, I will love you in the darkness.”
― Pierce Brown, Iron Gold

“In war, men lose what makes them great. Their creativity. Their wisdom. Their joy. All that’s left is their utility.”
― Pierce Brown, Morning Star

“Sevro." I lean forward. "Your eyes..."
He leans in close. "Do you like 'em?"
"Bloodydamn. Did you get Carved?"
"By the best in the business. Do you like 'em?"
"They're bloodydamn marvelous. Fit you like a glove."
He punches his hands together. "Glad you said that. Cuz they're yours."
I blanch. "What?"
"They're yours."
"My what?"
"Your eyes!"
"My eyes..."
"Do you want the eyes back?" Sevro asks, suddenly worried. "I can give them back."
"No!" I say. "It's just I forgot how crazy you are."
"Oh." He laughs and slaps my shoulder. "Good. I thought it might be something serious. So I'm prime keeping them?"
"Finders keepers," I say with a shrug.”
― Pierce Brown, Morning Star