Honor Among Thieves

I understood why I'd been chosen. Why I'd been plucked out of the grim and struggle. I'd always been at war.

It’s what I hated about the whole world, back on Earth. All the rules you had to follow without knowing why, and if you asked, you got branded difficult and damaged. Well, I am difficult. I am damaged.

Creatures of your planet sing. I sing. The stars sing. Who am I to believe they are not singing on purpose?

I don’t have any idea how to be a rogue.” “First rule: more belts. Second rule: no more rules.

The engines engaged and started to spin up, and the strangest thing happened: a wave surged inside of me, almost new to me. Anticipation. This felt like running, all right, running away from my past and everything in it. Racing full speed towards the unknown. I was good at running.

Honor Cole. You are injured. Processing severity.” 3looks like we need to amputate. You will enjoy your new robot hands, manufactured by Jitachi, the industrial leader in medical robotics.” “No way!” “Only a little bedside levity. Are you not crazy entertained?

It was like a shadow had brushed over me, but a shadow on my soul, not on my skin. Took me a second to identify what it was, but I recognized the feeling instinctively: Nadim. And Nadim was sad. It felt weird. And at the same time, it felt like something I’d always, unconsciously, needed-sound, where there’d only been silence. Presence, where there’d been loneliness.