Void (The Far Reaches, #2)

by Veronica Roth

She felt a familiar horror. It was so empty out there that the darkness wrapped around you like a blanket, smothering.

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.

The one thing that was constant was people fucking up what they’d made.