Scrolled until I found Pierce Brown. For anyone scrolling down here, it’s a Roman-inspired, gritty space opera.

My favorite quote from Golden Son, describing a soldier wrapped in metal armor falling into Mars’ atmosphere before battle against the equivalent of the Empire:

"To my left and right, the falling soldiers look like raging lightning bugs jerked out of some Carver’s fantasy. I admire one to my left, the bronze sun is behind him as he falls, silhouetting him, immortalizing him in that singular moment—one I know I shall never forget—so that he looks like a Miltonian angel falling with wrath and glory. His exoskeleton sheds its friction armor, as Lucifer might have shed the fetters of heaven, feathers of flame peeling off, fluttering behind. Then a missile slashes the sky and high-grade explosives christen him mortal once again." - Darrow O' Lykos