Naomi coughed. It was wet, painful sound, but the medical bay didn't seem concerned. The machine had a shitty bedside manner.
My love is a pure love, Alex said with a grin. I wouldn’t sully it by actually, you know, doin’ anything about it. The
Miller closed his terminal, frowning. Philosophical. But if it’s the price of doing business, what’re we here for? Because I thought you… you people had this shit under control. Ever since we stopped...
Maybe 5 percent, maybe less, were the ones who sucked it up, learned the lesson, and moved on. The Julies. The good ones.
Liquor doesn’t make you feel better. Just makes you not so worried about feeling bad.
Kings were always the last to feel the famine. That wasn’t just the Belt. That was all of history. The people who’d just been going about their lives were the ones who could speak to the actual cost o...
Jesus H. Christ on a pogo stick, did that ship just fire a spread of torpedoes at us?
I’m not sure dying free is as attractive when it stops being rhetorical.
I’m an engineer, Gareth said, spitting out the word so violently it gave him a degree of spin. Did eight years on Tycho Station! I’m not going to get used like a fucking technician.
It’s not that bad. 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.
It’s not healthy having God sleeping right there where we can all watch him dream. It scares the shit out of us. It scares the shit out of me.
It’s always been like this, he thinks. From when Moses saw the promised land that he could never enter, people have been on their deathbeds just wanting to see what happens next. He wonders if that’s...
It’s a war. Wars aren’t like that. Aren’t like what? Roberts said. Aren’t like stories about wars, Vandercaust answered solemnly. Stories about wars come after.
It was, Elvi thought, like finding a sea turtle who thoroughly understood Godel’s incompleteness theorem, but didn’t have any sea-turtley application for it.
It was the widest concerted attack ever. Hundreds of ships on at least four sides. Dozens of stations, millions of lives. Among the stars, it didn’t stand out.
It was late. Late to start again. Late to realize how many years he’d spent running down the wrong road.
It was funny, he thought, how the ruins of the past shaped everything that came after.
It was all going to hell. The pirate casts from the OPA calling for war. The burgeoning guerrilla actions. All of it. The time was coming that Mars wasn’t going to ignore them anymore. And when Mars t...
It was a lot to hope for, but Holden was an unapologetic optimist. Give people the information they need. Trust them to do the right thing. He didn’t know any other way to play it. Or
It was a lesson he’d never forgotten. That humans only have so much emotional energy. No matter how intense the situation, or how powerful the feelings, it was impossible to maintain a heightened emot...