Obsidio (The Illuminae Files, #3)

by Amie Kaufman

IT FEELS STRANGE, THIS NEW SKIN I WEAR. NOT THE BULKY ARMOR OF THE ALEXANDER OR THE WARM WINTER COAT OF THE HYPATIA OR THE THREADBARE AND TATTERED MANTLE OF THE MAO. NO, THIS SHIP FEELS LIKE A SHROUD. A SHROUD NAMED CHURCHILL. < ERROR >