Daniela

“Go on.” I sip the coffee. “This is whiskey.”
― Pierce Brown, Morning Star

“I’m a bloodydamn Helldiver with an army of giant, mildly psychotic women behind me and a fleet of state-of-the-art warships crewed by pissed-off pirates, engineers, techs, and former slaves.”
― Pierce Brown, Morning Star

“Was still a shit thing of me to say." He raps his knuckles on the ground. "I'm always saying shit things."
"I'm glad you said it."
"Why?"
"Because we've both forgotten we didn't get here on our own. You and I should be able to say anything to each other. That's how this works. It's how we work. We don't walk on eggshells. We talk to each other. Even if we say shit that's hard to hear.”
― Pierce Brown, Morning Star

“This is always how the story would end,” he says to me. “Not with your screams. Not with your rage. But with your silence.”
― Pierce Brown, Morning Star