reliquary,

old hurts piled onto new offenses.

denizen

“You’re crazy,” Falconi said, still half in the doorway of the galley. “I’m determined. There’s a difference.

aggrandizing,”

“Vita ex pulvis.” “We are made from the dust of dead stars.”

That way lay madness.

klaxon

She missed home. Which didn’t mean she would have been content to just stay on Weyland. She’d needed to push herself, to reach beyond the normal and the mundane. And she had. For seven years she had traveled the far reaches of space. But she was sick of being alone and sick of being cooped up on one spaceship after another. She was ready for a new