The Galaxy, and the Ground Within (Wayfarers, #4)

by Becky Chambers

Someone had worked hard on this place, someone who substituted love for money whenever the latter ran short.

when you boiled it down, war was nothing more than an argument in which no one had landed on a better solution than killing each other.

How convenient for you, to at last work with a species whose bodies are compatible with your bureaucracy.

Roveg looked at the bottle’s label once more. The flavour of the stuff bordered on a treaty violation, but against his will, it was growing on him.

The only solution he wanted was one for his own mess, and if he couldn’t have that, he wanted to forget about it for a while. And since that was apparently out of the question as well, then if nothing else, he wanted some of that cake.

‘True, but that’s a reason, not an excuse.’