Pierce Brown's upcoming book, "RED RISING BOOK 7," titled "RED GOD," will reportedly be released next year, sometime in Summer 2026!
The author revealed the status of his most anticipated novel, which is the final book in the series, in an interview earlier this year. He stated that, unless new issues arise, the book is expected to be released sometime in the Summer next year.
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pickIsland daughters run—
summer wild, winters broken,
hunger sparks the flame. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Valuable, urgent lessons for these WILD times we are currently witnessing.
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I‘ve probably seen this cover before?!? I don‘t know, maybe not…regardless, it caught my attention today and I thought I‘d share it because no matter how many times you see it, it‘s a cool cover.
Next up! I know I can blame summer camp discussions on picking up this one. I even pitched it to my book club 😬😱😳 which I am sure half of the group is displeased. #ohwell #bookclubrecfear Raise your hand if you, too, fear the wrath of poor book choices?!?! 🙋🏻♀️
pickIt‘s a clever book swaying under the mentorship of Lady Atwood. I really enjoyed the characters but am not sure women would, as they do in the end here, fall into the “power” trap that is associated with “toxic” masculinity… but looking into the opposite mirror was all the fun of this book, and chillingly well done.
pickIt‘s a low pick for this one. Interesting premise and an unexpected storyline but it never quite came together. The mother/daughter relationship was meant to be a central point of the novel but it didn‘t feel fully fleshed out to me, though I liked how the final chapters reframed some of the earlier events.
'How long he stood he did not know, but there was a foolish and yet delicious sense of knowing himself as a animal come from the forest, drawn by the fire. He was a thing of brush and liquid eye, of fur and muzzle and hoof, he was a thing of horn and blood that would smell like autumn if you bled it out on the ground. He stood a long long time, listening to the warm crackle of the flames.' p. 146
