Abaddon's Gate (The Expanse, #3)

by James S.A. Corey

There are no souls, Melba thought with a touch of pity. We are bags of meat with a little electricity running through them. No ghosts, no spirits, no souls. The only thing that survives is the story people tell about you. The only thing that matters is your name.

Wear down the façade with too much work or fear or both, and whoever was waiting underneath came out.

The truth was, distance was always measured in time. It

Distance was time, and so they didn’t get overwhelmed by it.

His voice sounded dry, like fallen leaves rustling in the wind.

She felt that politics was the second most evil thing humanity had ever invented, just after lutefisk.