Red Queen Collection

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.

He honestly wants to see blood, Silver blood—silverblood—stain the arena.

Many Reds gamble their earnings on the fights, hoping to win a little something to help them get through another week.

Let them ruin each other, he says. They’re not our people.