How It Unfolds (The Far Reaches, #1)

by James S.A. Corey

For me, some chances you take just because the possibilities are beautiful.

We can only take comfort knowing that our ancestors are not dead, only elsewhere, brought to life anew from the same light that once fell here, and beginning again the great adventure that is our past.

The knot of grinding resentment at her abandonment of him. The ways he was relieved that it was over, and the ways that he wasn’t.

In the end, the message he sent back was: Did you meet someone else? It took her ten minutes to respond. No, but I hope I will someday. I hope you will too. Who knows? Maybe it’ll even be us, when we’re both different people.

How long does something have to last for us to call it a success? They rose, they lasted for a while, they fell. Things don’t have to last forever.”

“I know where we are. And I know when we are. And we’ve been thinking about this all wrong. We’re on Earth. This is Earth.”

The moment between when we went to sleep and when we opened our eyes was about five hundred million years.”

“And when we weren’t anymore, we stopped. That’s worth more than you give it credit for. It’s possible to be faithful to something that’s in the past. It’s not a betrayal to build something new when something old is finished.”