Record of a Spaceborn Few (Wayfarers Book 3)

If trying something new was valid, then keeping something old was, too.

What was better – a constant safeness that never grew and never changed, or a life of reaching, building, striving, even though you knew you’d never be completely satisfied?

A job is partly a matter of personal fulfilment, yes, but also – and perhaps chiefly – social fulfilment. When an Exodan asks ‘what do you do?’, the real question is: ‘What do you do for us?’

‘Either we are all worthy of the Commons, dear Tamsin, or none of us are.’

She had the life she’d always wanted, the life she’d set out to build. Maybe . . . maybe that was the problem. So many years of training and study, always striving, always chasing the ideal at the end of the road. She’d reached that end by now. She had everything she’d set out to do. So now . . . what? What came next? Maintaining things as-is? Do w