The Harbors of the Sun (The Books of the Raksura #5)

by Martha Wells

If you weren’t entertaining a dozen different possibilities and probabilities at once, what was there to think about?

“You’ll eat what I catch and like it.”

This is the most crowded empty valley in the Three Worlds, he thought sourly.

You would think the middle of nowhere would be safe from intrusive questions.

extremis.

“Don’t tell grandfather, he’ll write a monograph on it.”

You seem to be making a habit of abandoning ships in distress.”

“Obviously. Giant things don’t just fall out of the sky every day.”