Sofia Marlasca

“It’s what’s missing in all of this,” Holden said. “It’s what let things get this bad. We don’t see each other as people. Even the feeds are always about weird things. Aberrations. All the times that a Belt station doesn’t have a riot? Those days aren’t news. It has to be an uprising or a protest or a system failure. Just being here, living a normal life? That’s not part of what the people on Earth or Mars hear about.”
― James S.A. Corey, Babylon's Ashes

“He may be a god or he may be a devil, but he can’t stomach the idea of being just an unreasonably pretty man who stumbled into the right combination of charisma and opportunity”
― James S.A. Corey, Babylon's Ashes

“Avasarala: "... and I understand that you've got a few after-market add-ons?"
"Keel-mounted rail gun!" Alex said with a grin.
"That scream of overcompensating for tiny, tiny penises, but might prove useful, the mission commander has requested you and your ship, and honestly none of you are worth a wet slap at this point except Ms. Nagata, anyway.”
― James S.A. Corey, Babylon’s Ashes

“Alex held it up. He’d gotten the packet from a dispenser in the men’s room. The foil had a dragon’s head embossed on it and some nonsense kanji that didn’t mean anything. Holden’s brow furrowed. “Sobriety meds?” Alex felt himself blushing and tried to hide it by smiling. “Well, I’m thinking I may be in a situation here pretty soon where everybody needs to be able to agree to whatever they’re agreeing to.”
― James S.A. Corey, Babylon's Ashes