Razor Red Rising Novels & Stories

Loud and harp. A low crack split the open space, sharp as a rifle blast. A sharp turn jerked Ronan's head sideways. A sudden red spot spread fast across his arm. It showed up without warning, right there beneath the light. Silence fell, heavy, deafening. My hand stung. My chest heaved. Something stung deep inside my gaze. Falling wasn’t something I allowed them to do. Back toward me came his gaze, slow. His face shifted at last. His gray eyes are stormy, unreadable.