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The truth was, his position was so fragile that it fell apart when exposed to the reality of an opposing view.

— Retribution Falls by Chris Wooding

The smuggler held the bullet between thumb and forefinger, studying it in the weak light of the store room.

— Retribution Falls by Chris Wooding

You can’t tell someone like me to relax. I’m seventy-five kilos of anxiety and worst-case scenarios. Not. Happening.

— Cascade Failure by L. M. Sagas

He had the unique ability to force whole sentences into the curve of an eyebrow, and as someone who couldn’t force sentences into actual friggin’ sentences, she was horribly jealous.

— Cascade Failure by L. M. Sagas

Under the table, behind the back —those bastards never met a shade of shady they didn’t like.

— Cascade Failure by L. M. Sagas

Saint scowled a lot in general. It was really only when he scowled in particular that people ought to be nervous.

— Cascade Failure by L. M. Sagas

nothing like a decommissioned terraforming system to put a damper on a bomb-ass hair day

— Cascade Failure by L. M. Sagas

Somewhere in Jal’s file was a note from an old crewmate that read, Jalsen Red will either be the reason you die, or the reason you live. Good fucking luck.

— Cascade Failure by L. M. Sagas

Sleepiness drips off him, pools around his feet, forms quicksand that tangles up his feet every now and then, makes him see spots where there are none.

— The Sleeping Car Porter by Suzette Mayr

Standing next to his step box, Baxter hovers: immobile and elastic, ready to spring forward to lift a suitcase, dissect a timetable, point to the conductor, nod, lift more suitcases, now hat boxes, answer more questions, and nod, nod, nod.

— The Sleeping Car Porter by Suzette Mayr