Shards of Earth (The Final Architecture, #1)

by Adrian Tchaikovsky

When you’ve built the latest in superior military hammers, surely all your problems start looking like inferior Colonial nails.

What’s the point of making better people, if they’re still sad and afraid and lonely?’

As plans went it was a series of unknowns tied together with string.

‘The problem with judgement calls is that they’re only ever good or bad in retrospect.’