Do we have a plan? A couple, Jim said. Either of them good? Oh, no. Not at all. Just different flavors of terrible.
And what is civilization if it ain't people talking over a goddamned beer?
The only right you have with anyone in life is to the right to walk away.
—it reaches out it reaches out it reaches out it reaches out— One hundred and thirteen times a second, nothing answers and it reaches out. It is not conscious, though parts of it are. There are struct...
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...
We came out here with an operational plan, she said. If we start rewriting it every time we find an adjustment we’d like to make, we might as well not have bothered. Privately, Bull thought the same t...
The sad fact of the human species that High Consul Duarte understood so well was that you could never overcome tribalism and jingoism with an argument. Tribalism was an irrational position, and it was...
The best scientific minds of the system were staring at the data with their jaws slack, and the reason no one was panicking yet was that no one could agree on what they should panic about.
That's what it's come to, Miller thought, rubbing a hand across his chin. Pogroms after all. Cut off just a hundred more heads, just a thousand more heads, just ten thousand more heads, and then we'll...
Sure, humans had invaded an extra-dimensional space with wormholes to points scattered across the galaxy, but they'd remembered to bring ferns.
Prologue: Manéo M
I’m really wishing Titan were still on that list of options.That’s waiting for yesterday, sweetheart.
It'd be a better world if there was always at least one right answer instead of a bucket of fucked. -Chrisjen Avasarala
It was a real book—onionskin pages bound in what might have been actual leather. Miller had seen pictures of them before; the idea of that much weight for a single megabyte of data struck him as decad...
I like the backup plan better, Amos said. Backup plan? Prax asked. The backup plan is I grab the first guy we see, and beat him until he tells us where the kids are. Prax
Drinking coffee was one of the activities that didn’t make the transition to microgravity well, but at half a g, it was fine.
Do we have a plan? A couple, Jim said. Either of them good? Oh, no. Not at all. Just different flavors of terrible. The
What astounded me was that the cutting edge of human knowledge was so close. Before I educated myself, I assumed that there was a great depth of science, that every question of importance had been cat...
We’ll forget how to do this, Holden thought. Humanity had only just started learning how to live in space, and now they’d forget. Why develop new strategies for surviving on tiny stations like Medina...
Welcome to Tycho Station, said the Butcher of Anderson Station. Call me Fred.