Tuesday, October 15, 2019

First Lines: Iain M. Banks - The Algebraist


It had thought it would be safe out here, just one more ambiently black speck deep-chilled in the vast veil of ice debris wrapping the outer reaches of the system like a frozen, tenuous shroud of tissue.
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