It’s the reward of old age, Avasarala said. You live long enough, and you can watch everything you worked for become irrelevant.
It’s not I don’t trust, it’s that I don’t trust blind. People are people. Fucked up like we all are, it amazes me when we can even make a sandwich.
It wasn’t just the size of it. It was the idea that four generations of the smartest people in the solar system had been living and working here as they helped drag humanity into the outer planets alm...
It was strange how nothing could change while everything did.
It was contrast that gave things shape. Brightness made darkness. Fullness made emptiness. Loneliness defined the borders of whatever not-loneliness was called. They were comparative.
Intellectually, he knew he wouldn’t hesitate to sacrifice himself or his happiness to save everyone else. But that didn’t stop the tiny voice at the back of his head that said, Fuck everyone else, I w...
Insurgencies are historically nearly impossible to eradicate, for a few very simple reasons. The insurgents don’t wear uniforms. They look just like the innocent populace. And, they’re the friends and...
If the woman still had a soul, it had been pressed thin enough to see through.
If someone is ready to accept Christ, it doesn't take much effort on my part to help them. If they aren't, no amount of hectoring them does any good. So why try?
I see, Avasarala said. And what’s your plan? Holden barked out a laugh with no humor in it. Plan? My plan is to die in a ball of superheated plasma.
I actually read history. It’s like reading prophecy, you know.
He’d been driven by his fear to become someone else. Someone who handled fear by turning it into violence.
Her system chirped, a polite little pop like someone snapping bamboo.
Her disagreement was primarily with the level of glee over the destruction of the wicked that sometimes crept into the teachings.
He wore his age like a statement that fighting the ravages of time and mortality was beneath his notice.
He saw his coming death, and wasn’t afraid of it anymore. He’d miss all the good stuff to follow, but he’d help make it happen. And a very good person loved him. It was more than most people got in a...
He hadn’t done anything wrong, but the sense of being threatened and the experience of guilt were so closely related that it was hard to feel one without the other. When
He had given himself permission to be afraid. It made all the difference.
Having a new high consul would be difficult under any circumstances, but it would be less difficult if there were a story with it.
Han had been in a thousand places like it, all across the galaxy. Some had been as large as star systems, others as small as a back room in a cantina. They were the niches of the universe … They were...