The Last Colony (Old Man's War, #3)

by John Scalzi

Very few of these species, it seems, are into the concept of sharing; we’re certainly not.

The story of how I left Huckleberry begins—as do all worthy stories—with a goat.

At the stop in the village of New Goa in the Huckleberry colony,

On the other hand any public servant is likely to tell you that just a few annoying people in their community will take up the vast majority of their time.

Some people just don’t get along with some other people, and unfortunately, these two people who did not get along happened to be brothers.

Along the way I happened to see the constable coming toward me on the other side of the road. I crossed the road, walked up to the constable and kissed my local law enforcement official full on the lips.

When you control communication, you can hide anything you want.”

learned to see the constellations, not just the

“I’m part of her,” Jane said. “She’s part of me. When you love her, you love me. I don’t mind that you keep loving her. I hope you do. I hope you always do.”