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Creds weren't part of the exchange in the tryst clubs, nor was barter. They provided a service, not goods, and their hosts fell into the same broad vocational category she did: Health and Wellness. The clubs were an old tradition, a part of the Fleet practically since launch, one of many ways to keep everybody sane during a lifelong voyage. Hosts took that tradition seriously, as seriously as Eyas did her own. Plus, they were often some of the loveliest folks she'd ever met. It went without saying that to work in a club, you had to really Like people.

— Record of a Spaceborn Few by Becky Chambers (Wayfarers, #3) (22%)

Isabel's body was old - a fact it constantly reminded her of — but her voice remained strong and clear. 'We destroyed our world,' she said, 'and left it for the skies. Our numbers were few. Our species had scattered. We were the last to leave. We left the ground behind. We left the oceans. We left the air. We watched these things grow small. We watched them shrink into a point of light. As we watched, we understood. We understood what we were. We understood what we had Lost. We understood what we would need to do to survive. We abandoned more than our ancestors' world. We abandoned our short sight. We abandoned our bloody ways. We made ourselves anew.' She spread her hands, encompassing the gathered. Mouths in the crowd silently mirrored her words. 'We are the Exodus Fleet. We are those that wandered, that wander still. We are the homesteaders that shelter our families. We are the miners and foragers in the open. We are ships that ferry between. We are explorers who carry our names. We are the parents who lead the way. We are the children who continue on.'

— Record of a Spaceborn Few by Becky Chambers (Wayfarers, #3) (9%)

Acknowledgements I WANT TO START BY THANKING THE WELFARE system, without which social safety net I might not have survived to write this, and also thanks to free public education so I could put my thoughts in words. Thank you to all the hard-working English teachers that put up with me and my inability to spell.

— Galactic Hellcats by Marie Vibbert (100%)

Zuleikah Looked Like someone just uncovered an enormous box of chocoLate bars. What was it with straight women and guy's chests?

— Galactic Hellcats by Marie Vibbert (72%)

down into atmosphere. Every civilized world considered firing into atmosphere an act of war against all sides on that planet. "Oxygen is non-partisan" was the saying.

— Galactic Hellcats by Marie Vibbert (57%)

And a quest! A quixotic quest!

— Galactic Hellcats by Marie Vibbert (Page 36)

She wondered if stealing data was morally the same, whether you were fighting censorship or a paywall.

— Galactic Hellcats by Marie Vibbert (Page 33)