Sarah Lin

“There was more to the city than he'd thought at first, especially once he got away from the circular communities mimicking villages. Young people joyriding the gondola lines, elders playing slow games of skill, an entire community brewing various kinds of sweet alcohol. He discovered more recreational drugs than he'd expected, but because this was Tatian, they seemed to have few negative consequences and leave people mostly happy and calm.
Yet he couldn't bring himself to even consider participating in any of it, not for long.

Even though he'd had forty years to come to terms with the death of his old friends, their ghosts returned to him. Brigana would have convinced him to take a break, Khaluu would have proven surprisingly knowledgeable about hallucinogens, and Eratius would have resisted at first but eventually joined them.”
― Sarah Lin, Soulhome

“This is a work of raw beauty..." Nauda stared at it with undisguised awe. "I almost want to buy it just to have in my soulhome, even if it doesn't serve any purpose. Fiyu, isn't this beautiful?" "I am not sure." Fiyu hesitantly shifted her mask up slightly, revealing a glimpse of a silver eye before she winced and retreated back into her hood. "There are many colors, but..."
"You don't need to agree with me, everyone finds different things beautiful." Turning away from the glass, Nauda regarded Fiyu thoughtfully. "Since you use senses other than your eyes, I suppose colors wouldn't be striking to you. And I suppose paintings would just be flat, and statues just shapes. But surely you must have a sense for beauty...”
― Sarah Lin, Soulhome