People want Inaros to be a hero, and so what he does, they interpret as heroism. Even
Knowing that all you can give isn’t enough is its own burden.
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
Do we have a plan? A couple, Jim said. Either of them good? Oh, no. Not at all. Just different flavors of terrible. The
Cioran, bureaucratic heart of the Empire. Or if not heart, kidney. Maybe small bowel.
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...
Welcome to Tycho Station, said the Butcher of Anderson Station. Call me Fred.
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...
Things changed, and they didn’t change back. But sometimes they got better.
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 other Miller was different. Quieter. Sad, maybe, but at peace. He’d read a poem many years before called The Death-Self, and he hadn’t understood the term until now. A knot at the middle of his ps...
Sure, humans had invaded an extra-dimensional space with wormholes to points scattered across the galaxy, but they'd remembered to bring ferns.
Some things were secret even after you told them.
She was grinning like the universe had given her a kiss.
Political favors are how I express affection, she said.
Plan? My plan is to die in a ball of superheated plasma.
Nothing like a little shared racism to build ties with the boss.