The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet (Wayfarers, #1)

by Becky Chambers

Rosemary wasn’t sure who Ohan was or what Sissix had meant by the plural pronoun,

Humans are the only species who can make coupling tacky.”

Having an AI around forced good manners.

“They act like all AIs want a body. Granted, I think I do, but that doesn’t mean all of us do.

when the fabric of space goes to shit, you’ve got a really big problem.”

“No good can come from a species at war with itself. Never has, never will.”

A menagerie of sapients speaking in a dizzying array of languages, shaking hands and clasping paws and brushing tendrils. How could you not love a place like that?

“Good for you guys, but I’m glad it’s not me.”

that kind of tech is so banned it practically doesn’t exist.”

interspecies coupling remained a mainstream taboo.

“Being alone and untouched … there’s no punishment worse than that. And she’s done nothing wrong. She’s just different.”

black hole was the perfect place to contemplate death.

Humans do look like larger, bipedal versions of the hairless primates that plague the sewer systems of Quelin cities.

you guys are family. It’s close enough to the truth.”

Ashby didn’t care much for gravity that couldn’t be turned off.

“Hey, no worries. We’re crew. And you’ll get through this, you know. I know you will.”

“Lovey, I have the feeling that this little rendezvous is going to be awesome for everybody.”

had Dr. Chef make you some of this awful stuff.” The smell hit his nose before he even brought the cup to his face. Coffee. “You are the best.”

“I’ll never understand how the rest of you expect brand new adults to be able to teach kids how to be people.”

Teshris wasn’t Sissix’s daughter, not in the Human sense. They shared genes and respect, nothing more.