Authority (Southern Reach #2)

by Jeff VanderMeer

possible. “Never do something for just one reason,” his grandpa had told him more than once, and that, at least, Control had taken to heart.

rotting honey.

“Whenever you say ‘in the field,’ I have this image of all of you spooks running through the wheat,” his father had said to his mother, once.

had encountered was an “amateur.” “We live in a universe driven by chance,” his father had said once, “but the bullshit artists all want causality.” Bullshit

more like some ponderous moaning

creature

Control would have said the scientists were a mess, even for scientists.

The endless ripple of scaly brown tree trunks.