The sunset was a massive canvas of gold and orange, green and rose, gray and indigo and blue. It reminded him of beaches on the North American west coast, except there were no vendors clogging the pla...
It was easy to make fun of the marines when they weren't listening. In Holden's navy days, making fun of jarheads was as natural as cussing. But four marines had died getting him off the Donnager, and...
All of nature was a record of crisis and destruction and adaptation and flourishing and being knocked back down again. What had happened on New Terra was singular and concrete, but the pattern it was...
Drainage tubes ran out of his belly and side, and there was a catheter the size of a pencil coming out his penis. Nothing particularly hurt, so he had to assume he was on pretty nearly all the narcoti...
Your fancy alien train is broken?My fancy alien material transfer system has been sitting unused for over a billion years and half the planet just exploded. Your ship was built less than a decade ago...
You know, he said, you have a really weird relationship with treason.
When you got a nail to drive, use the fucking hammer.
Reputation never has very much to do with reality,
What I want is Ceres Station or Earth or Mars. You know what they have in New York? All-night diners with greasy food and crap coffee. I want to live on a world with all-night diners. And racetracks....
Individuals build empires because they want their names to echo through time. They build massive constructs of stone and steel so that their descendants will remember the people who created the world...
Reputation never has very much to do with reality. I could name half a dozen paragons of virtue that are horrible, small-souled, evil people. And some of the best men I know, you'd walk out of the roo...
You’re a tough guy, but I’m a nightmare wrapped in the apocalypse.
I don’t kill children, she said. Not even when it’s the right thing to do.
Dead’s not good, but at least it’s simple.
There’s a dignity in consequences.
That’s what peace is, right? Postponing the conflict until the thing you were fighting over doesn’t matter.
Part of his mind was screaming, but it was a distant one and easy to ignore.
Fred’s vacuum-rated armor protected him from the smell of viscera, but it reported it to him as a slight increase in atmospheric methane levels. The stench of death reduced to a data point.
Shift in language is shift in consciousness, yeah, Josep
I don’t see anything, Miller said. What’s it look like?The eye of an angry God? Elvi said.Oh, Miller said. The heavy plates of his robotic body clicked and hissed against each other as he shifted. Yea...