I recently finished the 4th book in The Expanse series, Cibola Burn.
For the first time in the books, humanity has begun exploring the distant solar systems using the alien portal system. And, true to human form, people are going to fight over who gets the spoils… with not much thought as to why all of the planets are uninhabited.
As the character, Bobbie, opines in the very first page of the book, “how quickly humanity could go from ‘what unimaginable intelligence fashioned these soul-wrenching wonders’ to ‘Well, since they’re not here, can I have their stuff?”
One of the charming things with this series is how connected and cohesive the books are. The same jokes, themes and character quirks are carried through the series.
While the previous books have had only a couple of point-of-view characters, Cibola Burn expands the viewpoints. I also like (and have probably mentioned it before) how a minor character in a previous book becomes a major character in another book. That parallel-living adds to the depth and richness of the world. Sure, someone might be tangential to the current story, but they have their own life going on. There’s no such thing as a “bit character” in the real world 🙂
Here are some of my favourite quotes from the book:
- “Amos will look after you.”
“Great, Holden said, “I’ll land in the middle of the tensest situation in two solar systems, and instead of the smartest person I know, I’ll bring the guy most likely to get in a bar fight.”
- [After being told to ‘pack a bag’…] A few minutes later he was on the airlock deck with Amos. The mechanic had laid out two suits of their Martian-made light combat armor, a number of rifles and shotguns, and stacks of ammunition and explosives.
“What,” Holden said, “I meant, like underwear and toothbrushes.”
“Captain,” Amos said, almost hiding his impatience. “They’re killing each other down there. Half a dozen RCE security vanished into thin air, and a heavy lift shuttle got blown up.”
“Yes, and our job is not to escalate that. Put all this sh*t away. Sidearms only. Bring clothes and sundries for us, any spare medical supplies for the colony. But that’s it.”
“Later,” Amos said, “when you’re wishing we had this stuff, I am going to be merciless in my mockery. And then we’ll die.”
- “I know who you are,” Amos said. The big man had been so quiet that both Murtry and Holden started with surprise.
“Who am I?” Murtry asked, playing along.
“A killer,” Amos said. His face was expressionless, his tone light. “You’ve got a nifty excuse and the shiny badge to make you seem right, but that’s not what this is about. You got off on smoking that guy in front of everyone. You can’t wait to do it again.”
“Is that right?” Murtry asked.
“Yeah. So, one killer to another, you don’t want to try that sh*t with us.”
“Amos, easy.” Holden warned but the other two men ignored him.
“That sounded like a threat,” Murtry said.
“Oh, it really was,” Amos replied with a grin. Holden realized both men had their hands below the table.
“I think maybe one of us is going to end bloody,” Murtry said.
“How about now?” Amos replied with a shrug. “I’m free now. We can just skip all the middle part.”
- Amos stepped in front of Basia and punched the RCE man in the face. It sounded like a hammer hitting a side of beef. The security man fell to the ground, a puppet whose strings had been cut.
- “Choosing to stand by while people kill each other is also an action,” she said. “We don’t do that here.”
- “Then tomorrow I’m going to figure out how to get my first officer back from the RCE maniac holding her hostage, so that I can go find the scary alien bullet fragment embedded in the planet. Amos nodded as if that all made sense.
“Nothing in the afternoon, then.”
- He tried the idea on like a new outfit. Seeing if he could find a way to make it fit.
- There were a lot of holes in that logic that he carefully avoided thinking about.
- “Right,” Holden said. “No coffee. This is a terrible, terrible planet.”
- “Last man standing,” Amos replied with another grin. “It’s in my job description.
- “Hey Miller,” Holden said, watching the robot peel up a two-meter section of the tunnel’s metal flooring and rapidly cut it into tiny pieces. “We’re still friends, right?”
“What? Ah, I see. When I’m a ghost, you yell at me, tell me to get lost, say you’ll find a way to kill me. Now I’m wearing the shell of an invincible wrecking machine you want to be buddies again?”
“Yeah, pretty much,” Holden replied.
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