Expanse Book 10 Novels & Stories

"But it also has the navigational coordinates for a harbor I had no idea existed. It has the stars I was shown to navigate by. It has the story of the man who became my true north." He opened the book. The pages squeaked in the still room. "I want to read a bit," he said to them. "This is from a chapter called 'The Architecture of a Heart.'" He opened the book. His voice started softly, hesitantly, but as he got into the rhythm of his own words, it steadied, finding a quiet force. He read not of the billion-dollar deals or the media frenzy, but of the calm, scary instant in his former apartment, facing down an eviction notice and a swamped credit card, wondering if his ideals were something

Jayce whispered, “And we burned.” BOOK ONE COMES TO AN END

"Zack? Leo?" "I’m good," Leo said from the corner. The boy was already standing, his feet somehow anchored to the deck. His grey eyes were fixed on the viewing port. "We're here. The Sea of Tranquility." Victor looked out. The landscape was a monochromatic nightmare. Dust as fine as flour coated everything. But in the distance, the obsidian spire stood tall, pulsing with a cold, rhythmic violet light. "The hull is breached in Sector Nine," Zack wheezed, clutching his ribs. "Oxygen is venting. We have maybe twenty minutes before we’re breathing vacuum."

All because of Kelly Chase's accusation, Jim Luther exiled my father, Frank Jackson, to the wasteland. When I heard the news, I quickly made my way to the place where he was exiled. By the time I arrived, out of breath and covered in dust, the cruel scene before me made me instinctively cover my mouth. Frank was in tattered clothes, and iron chains shackled his feet. He hadn't eaten for days, so he was too weak to even walk. Not long before, he'd fought off rogues. He was now covered in wounds and lying in a pool of blood.

She found her loading her rifle. “There are a lot of them out there. It looks like he’s brought his army,” Maggie muttered. Brandon ran to the window. The dark of night was filled with red eyes as far as he could see. It was like a field of rubies reflecting the light of the moon. Tara moved beside Brandon and silently took in the sea of fiery eyes and once again recalled Liam’s words. ‘You have near you very dear souls who, together with you, will be able to stop the evil that has been unleashed.’

to look for the one chance to get my beloved grandfather back. The other members of the Council of Ten are noticeably subdued. I think it's only now, with Grandfather gone, that they are coming to realize just how much he did on a daily basis to keep this place going. At any given time, we're just one disaster away from everything crashing to a halt again. We can't help but wonder why, and it is the subject of many of our conversations. Why was our worldship abandoned, left to its own devices in the depths of space? Why hasn't anyone from Earth bothered to see if we're all right, or if we're even alive? Do they think we died?

If the talk was bad, I fear of what will happen when I do confess. And there was also another issue I had to deal with. I was beginning to get a migraine. "You keep answering yes to all the dumb shit I had to say. What's wrong with you? You have been in your happy paradise for months now and today you choose to be gloomy? Did you two break up?" Colby asked which completely caught me off guard. The book I was about to put into my locker slips out of my hand and falls to the floor with a loud thud.

Nothing else could register in her senses as she took in the planetary explosion - the blue and white planet flaring brightly in silence in space. That was her last vision of Earth before the view from her bay window metamorphed into nothing but a sea of stars... -End of Book One-

Xander said with finality. Hunter glared at his plate when his phone blared. Looking at the caller ID had his temper rising. Excusing himself he walked away before answering the call. "Alpha Hunter," The voice said. "What is it, chief?" Hunter rumbled, voice laced with vivid aggravation. "The king wanted me to remind you of tomorrow," Chief Fernando said.

Zane murmured, his chin resting on top of my head, his silver eyes tracking the receding ship. "No," I said softly, watching the silver sail catch the mid-morning sun, blazing like a localized star on the horizon. "They aren't taking it. They are sharing it." I looked down the line of the Vanguard. Cord was watching his iron glide peacefully over the waves. Kaden and Lyra were reading the momentum, their faces reflecting absolute, unadulterated hope. Isra was holding the heavy leather-bound ledger, already outlining the chapters of a world that was no longer confined to a single continent.