Her disagreement was primarily with the level of glee over the destruction of the wicked that sometimes crept into the teachings.
He wouldn’t miss the planet, but he would miss the people. Just like always.
He wore his age like a statement that fighting the ravages of time and mortality was beneath his notice.
He was her best friend, but he was terrible husband material. After his second failure at it Bobbie pointed out that if he just wanted something to hurt, she could break his arm for him and save every...
He was covered in blood. He was pretty sure it was all Butch’s, but not a hundred percent. Sometimes, in the heat of the moment, he missed things like getting shot. He
He understood the flaw in that logic: if comforting them comforted him, maybe comforting him comforted them, and they could all drive the ship into a rock while they smiled at each other.
He had given himself permission to be afraid. It made all the difference.
He felt the decision like a seed crystal giving form to the chaos around it, solid, hard, resolute. Desperation, mourning, and a million farewells, one to the other. The word quarantine came to him, a...
God might not care about financial standing, but He was the only one.
Falling awake.
Every great nation, they said, was founded on a knife and a lie.
Even in the first morning after the catastrophe began, security teams were calling on Liev’s underlings, sweeping them up for questioning. Some, they held. Others, they released. Burton had no way of...
Elvi blinked in puzzlement as Murtry left. Is he mad at me? Sweetie, Amos said, clapping her on the back, that just means you’re not an asshole.
Duty isn’t a buffet where you pick what you want and ignore the rest.
Distributed responsibility is the problem. One person gives the order, another carries it out. One can say they didn’t pull the trigger, the other that they were just doing what they were told, and ev...
Did he kill anyone? Erich asked. When neither guard answered, he said, Then he’s still being polite.
Dawkinsian
Conspiracy theories come up whenever people feel like the universe is too random. Absurd. If it’s all an enemy plot, at least there’s someone calling the shots.
Chief security officer on an OPA ship was a half-assed kind of position, one part cop, one part efficiency expert, and pretty much all den mother to a crew of a thousand people with their own agendas...
But, Bobbie? Really, really don’t die out there. No one lives forever, sir, Bobbie said, but as long as it doesn’t compromise the mission, I’ll try to live through it. Thanks.