Aurora Rising (The Aurora Cycle, #1)

by Amie Kaufman

In old Terran mythology, Aurora was the goddess of the dawn. She heralded the coming of daylight, the end of night.

Know the way. Show the way. Go the way.

Hmm. My current situation could be adequately described as… …suboptimal.

Oblivious in their righteousness. Firmly convinced that any problem can be solved with enough faith or good hard work or, when all else fails, bullets.

“There is a gravity to everything, Aurora,” I finally say. “Not just planets. Not just stars. Every cell in our bodies, every cell in creation exerts a gravity on the objects and people around it. And…that is what I am feeling. For you.”

“Do moons choose the planets they orbit? Do planets choose their stars? Who am I to deny gravity, Aurora? When you shine brighter than any constellation in the sky?”

“Almost every particle in the universe was once part of a star,” she says softly. “Every atom in your body. The metal in your chair, the oxygen in your lungs, the carbon in your bones. All those atoms were forged in a cosmic furnace over a million kilometers wide, billions of light-years from here. The confluence of events that led to this moment is so remote as to be almost impossible.” She puts her hand on my shoulder. Her touch is

awkward, as if she doesn’t quite know how to do it. But she squeezes gently. “Our very existence is a miracle.”