Void (The Far Reaches, #2)

by Veronica Roth

No one sought a job on an interstellar transport ship because their life was working out as planned.

“What is it the Jovians say? ‘Joy is the thief of time, and time is the thief of joy’?”

She hadn’t realized when she took this job how it would make her into something other, something distinct from humanity yet still technically human, but it had.

Odd that you could be in the expanse to define all expanses—what the astropoets called the “Big Empty”—and still feel claustrophobic, but the mind was not built to comprehend such endlessness. Humans liked containers.

But the void was also nothing, and now it contained her entire world. And so all things passed, eventually. Even pain.