Babylon's Ashes (Expanse, #6)

by James S.A. Corey

“Doesn’t take much before we have to compromise ourselves, does it?” “Get born,” Michio said, pulling the comm controls and setting the tightbeam for Ceres.

“You aren’t the only one here with military training,” Bobbie said. “You aren’t the only one who’s had to weigh taking on problematic allies. You aren’t the only one with command experience. But you are the one in this room who’s fucking wrong.”

“If no one with power loves us, let’s make our own damn power.”

On Filip’s monitor, a message appeared. From his father. His captain. Leader of the Free Navy and liberator of the Belt. FIRE AT WILL.

History itself was a massive n=1 study, irreproducible. It was what made it so difficult to learn from.

“Always good to have a penis in uniform in the room,” Avasarala said sourly. “God knows they might not take me seriously otherwise.”