Red Queen Collection

I always found it funny that we fought over food and water. Even the high-and-mighty Silvers need to eat.

I always found it funny that we fought over food and water. Even the high-and-mighty Silvers need to eat.

This is the true division between Silvers and Reds: the color of our blood. This simple difference somehow makes them stronger, smarter, better than us.

Silvers are supposed to fight bravely, to flaunt their skills, to put on a good show—but not die. After all, they aren’t Reds.

The gods rule us still. They have come down from the stars. And they are no longer kind.

Whispers are rare, dangerous, and powerful, even among the Silvers, even in the capital.

The rumors about them vary, but it boils down to something simple and chilling: they can enter your head, read your thoughts, and control your mind.

“Poor fool,” I mutter. It seems Kilorn is right. Nothing but a punching bag.

His mouth falls open, like he’s gone slow or stupid. Like his mind is gone.

He just needs to see it and trick himself into thinking they are truly human, that they can be hurt and defeated. But I know better. Their blood is a threat, a warning, a promise. We are not the same and never will be.