Tiamat's Wrath (The Expanse, #8)

by James S.A. Corey

She closed her eyes and turned her face toward the sun. The light and heat felt good on her skin. The brightness pressed through her eyelids, turning everything red. Nuclear fusion filtered through blood.

“Worrying feels like you’re at least doing something,” Caspar said. “I get it. When I started flying for the union, I worried about my mom so that I wouldn’t feel guilty for leaving her behind.”

This was the problem with thousand-year Reichs. They came and they went like fireflies.

He used to say that when you went too far too fast, your soul took some time catching up to you.”