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

by Becky Chambers

Building wormholes was not a glamorous profession.

The interspatial passageways that ran throughout the Galactic Commons were so ordinary as to be taken for granted.

Rosemary pulled her sleeve back, exposing her wristwrap—a woven bracelet that protected the small dermal patch embedded within the skin of her inner right wrist.

There was a lot of data stored in that thumbnail-size piece of tech—her ID file, her bank account details and a medical interface used to communicate with the half million or so imubots that patrolled her bloodstream.

Rosemary got her first patch during childhood (for Humans, the standard age was five), but the patch she had ...

Insects were cheap, rich in protein and easy to cultivate in cramped rooms, which made them an ideal food for spacers.

“Ninety percent of all problems are caused by people being assholes.” “What causes the other ten percent?” asked Kizzy. “Natural disasters,” said Nib.

“I’m sorry,” she said. Such a quintessentially Human thing, to express sorrow through apology.

People can do terrible things when they feel safe and powerful. Your father had probably gotten his way for so long that he thought he was untouchable, and that is a dangerous way for a person to feel.

BECKY CHAMBERS was raised in California as the progeny of an astrobiology educator, an aerospace engineer and an Apollo-era rocket scientist.