Death's End (Remembrance of Earth’s Past, #3)

by Liu Cixin

Life and the world were perhaps ugly, but at the limits of the micro and macro scales, everything was harmonious and beautiful.

“Thus, the Earth that we live on now is a home constructed by life for itself. It has nothing to do with God.”

It was said that Master Batuo, the founder of Shaolin Monastery, had meditated in front of a wall for ten years until his shadow was carved into the stone. If so, Luo Ji could have inscribed his own shadow into this wall five times.

He was paying his respects to his enemy. To have stared at each other across an abyss of four light-years for half a century had bonded them by a link of destiny.

But she had also committed a fatal error, an error that she did not and could not have realized. The error, however, was also the very reason she had been elected to be the second Swordholder. In her subconscious, she had never truly accepted that the events facing her now were possible.

Death is the only lighthouse that is always lit. No matter where you sail, ultimately, you must turn toward it. Everything fades in the world, but Death endures.”

Time is the cruelest force of all.”

The ultimate fate of all intelligent beings has always been to become as grand as their thoughts.