Annihilation (Southern Reach, #1)

by Jeff VanderMeer

Nothing that lived and breathed was truly objective—even in a vacuum, even if all that possessed the brain was a self-immolating desire for the truth.

For example, I noticed the cruelty of the almost imperceptible smile on the psychologist’s lips as she watched us struggle to adjust,

Later I realized I might have misread her expression; it might have been pained or self-pitying.

“Where lies the strangling fruit that came from the hand of the sinner I shall bring forth the seeds of the dead to share with the worms that…”

Did they need to be made of anything?

I shall bring forth the seeds of the dead.