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’?”

I realized that what’s out there is oblivious to us. There’s no menace to it, because there’s no intent. We’re just fragile, and we break sometimes. And time keeps moving. I don’t know. I think it’s comforting—our smallness is comforting to me.”

It was strange how an ache that had persisted for years could just . . . subside. Just like that. Matter not disappearing, just . . . transforming.

When her parents died, they left her with no home but them to speak of, and they were gone. They left her with nothing. But the void was also nothing, and now it contained her entire world. And so all things passed, eventually. Even pain.