Leviathan Wakes (The Expanse, #1)

by James S.A. Corey

“Say what you will about organized crime, at least it’s organized.”

Living on the surface of a planet, mass sucking at every bone and muscle, and nothing but gravity to keep your air close, seemed like a fast path to crazy.

the universe wasn’t stable enough anymore to make long-range planning more than a sour joke.

Fish and company start to smell after three days.

Here is the problem, they said to themselves, and there is the solution. That it was drowned in innocent blood was as trivial as the font the reports were printed in.