The Red: First Light (The Red, #1)

by Linda Nagata

Since sunset the temperature has dropped to ninety-five degrees

Yikes! If that's the temperature at night I don't want to know what the temperature during the day is.

I want to apologize for the hell I’ve put him through, but I don’t, because an apology implies you’d do things differently, if it was given to you to do it all again.

interesting