Leviathan Falls: Read an excerpt of the final book of The Expanse before release

In James Sa Curie’s nine-volume space opera, humanity has expanded outward into the solar system, but political tensions between the needs of Earth, Mars, and the asteroid belt come to a head. The series was launched in 2011 with Leviathan wakes up, an ambitious yet engaging novel that presents a sprawling cast of characters with widely varied goals and intentions. Books have been adapted to Attractive and unforgettable TV series, which ran for three seasons on Syfy, and was then selected by Amazon Studios for an additional three seasons.

Authors Ty Frank and Daniel Abraham, who publish under the pseudonym James S. Currie, say season six of Extension Not the end of the show, but it could be the end of her run at Amazon. Season 6 begins on Amazon Prime on December 10. But Frank and Abraham Leviathan Falls It is intended as a conclusion to the book series. Released November 30th by Orbit Books. Here’s a preview of a chapter from Leviathan FallsRocinante’s crew is found on an infiltration mission:

Chapter One: Jim

“It annoyed us,” Alex said. His voice was light, almost singing, which meant he thought they were tight.

Jim, seated on the deck with a Tactical Map of the Kronos System on screen and his heart doubled in size, try to differ. “Just because he’s knocking on the door doesn’t mean he knows who’s in the house. Let’s keep acting like we do.”

The Rosinanti It behaved like a small-range cargo ship, a class of ships thick on Earth in the Kronos system. Naomi tuned the Epstein to run dirty enough to alter the drive’s signature without generating a lot of excess heat. A batch of additional paint welded to its hull at the Harris System underground shipyard has changed its silhouette. There was a slow dripping of liquid hydrogen pumped through the top of the ship and it altered the thermal profile. When Naomi went over the plan to put on a camouflage coat, she looked all-out. It was the threat of violence that made Jim feel exposed.

The enemy frigate was called black kite. Younger than StormOf the class of destroyers, they were still well armed and had a recoverable outer hull which made Laconian ships difficult to kill. He was part of a hunting group that scoured all inhabited systems for Teresa Duarte, daughter of the High Consul Winston Duarte, the apparent heir to his empire, and now a trained mechanic in the Rosinanti.

This wasn’t the first time they’d seen this. “Any follow up?” Jim asked.

“Just ladar ping,” Alex said. “Do you think I should heat up the pea slinger, just in case?”

The complete cover of Leviathan Falls by James S.A. Corey

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Yes, let’s do that He was on the edge of Jim’s mind when Naomi’s voice answered instead. “No. There is some evidence that next-generation sensor arrays can recognize rail gun capacitors.” “It’s unfair,” Jim said. “What the crew does with the capacitor of the electromagnetic gun in the privacy of their own ship should not be the prerogative of anyone else.”

He could hear the smile in Naomi’s voice. “While I agree in principle, let’s keep the weapons offline until we need them.”

“Copy that,” Alex said.

“Still not continue?” Jim asked, even though he had access to all the same records that Alex had used. Alex checked anyway.

“The correspondence is dark.”

Kronos wasn’t a completely dead system, but it was close. The star there was big and fast burning. There was a habitable planet in the Golden Locks region there at some point – at least enough that the elemental molecule was able to hijack the biomass needed to build a ring portal. But in the strange eons since the gate was formed and mankind stumbled into the strange ruins, the Golden Threads area has moved. The original life-carrying planet had not yet been submerged by the star, but its oceans had boiled with nothing and its atmosphere had been stripped away. Kronos’ only original life was on the wet surface of the moon of a distant gas giant, and it was nothing more than continent-sized sheets of slime molds.

The human population of Kronos was about ten thousand miners in seven hundred and thirty-two active sites. Corporations, government-sponsored interest groups, independent rock hoppers, and legal, unholy hybrids of the three have been stripping palladium from a very rich scattering of asteroids and sending it to anyone still building air recyclers or working on rehabilitation projects.

who was everyone.

Kronos was the brink of the arrival of the Transport Federation that day, then the end of the Laconic Empire, and now no one really knows what it was. There were hundreds of similar regimes, all across the Gateway network: places that were either not yet self-sufficient or did not plan to be, more focused on exploring their own small economic niche than any broader alliance. The kinds of places where subways can hide, fix their ships, and plan what’s coming next. On the tactical map, the asteroids marked with orbit, survey status, composition, and legal ownership were orbiting the angry star in the thick of springtime pollen. Ships were huddled around the excavation and survey sites by the dozens, many of them in lonely transits from one small outpost to another or on missions to collect water for reaction mass and radiation protection.

The black kite Through the ring gate three days ago, the underground radio repeater blew up on the roof of the gate, then gently burned to stay in place like a bouncer in a reckless nightclub. Ring gates do not rotate around the stars so much as they remain in a fixed position as if they were hanging on hooks in the void. It wasn’t the strangest thing about them. Jim had allowed himself to hope that detonating the underground pirate transmitter would be everything Kite I did. For the enemy to finish his little sabotage and practice it to cut the metaphorical telegraph wires in another system.

He stayed, checking the system. looking for them. for Teresa. For Naomi, the career leader for covert action. And his.

The call screen lit green for the incoming transmission, Jim’s guts were tied. At its current range, the fight wouldn’t last for hours, but the adrenaline rush was as if someone had fired a pistol. The fear was so present and overwhelming that he did not notice anything strange.

“Broadcast,” Alex said over the ship’s communications and from the deck above Jim. “Weird, he’s not a tight-fitting keel… I don’t think he’s talking to us.”

Jim opened the channel.

The woman’s voice had a cut, devoid of emotion, like the tone of the Laconic Army. “…as an act of aggression and is treated as such. The message is repeated. This black kite For a registered cargo ship perishable product. By order of the Laconian Security Forces, you will interrupt your flight and prepare to board the plane and be searched. Refusal to comply will be seen as an act of aggression and treated as such. The message is repeated…”

Jim cleared the tactical map. The perishable product It was about thirty degrees spinning around rocksAnd burns toward the wide, angry sun. If they get the message, they haven’t complied yet.

“Is this one of us?” Jim asked.

No, Naomi said. “It is listed as a property of David Calracy outside of Para Gaon. I don’t know anything about her.”

With a slight delay, they should have received a file black kiteIt’s ten minutes before Rosinanti I did. Jim imagined some of the other crew members in a panic as they received the message he was afraid of. Whatever happens next, the Rosinanti He was out of range for the time being, at least. He wished he could feel the relief more deeply.

Jim got off the crash couch and swung around. The bearings rose as they moved under his own weight.

“I’m going to the kitchen for a minute,” he said. “Get me a coffee, too,” Alex said.

“Oh no. Not coffee. I might have some chamomile or warm milk. Something soothing and non-aggressive.”

“It looks good,” Alex said. “When you change your mind and get some coffee, get one for me too.”

On the elevator, Jim leaned against the wall and waited for his heart to stop racing. That’s how the heart attacks came about, right? A pulse that started quickly and then never slowed down until something critical appeared. This may have been a mistake, but it felt that way. He was feeling this way the whole time.

She was getting better. easier. The autodoc was able to supervise the regrowth of his missing teeth. Aside from the insult of having to numb his gums like a little kid, it all went well. Nightmares were from their old acquaintances until now. He began having them in Laconia while he was still a prisoner of the High Consul Duarte. He had expected them to fade away once he was freed, but they were only getting worse. Burial alive was the latest version. Many times it was someone who liked to be killed in the next room and was not able to enter the lock code fast enough to save them. Or the presence of a parasite living under his skin and trying to find a way to cut it. Or the guards in Laconia came to beat him until his teeth broke again. the way they had it.

On the plus side, old dreams about forgetting to get dressed or not studying for the test seemed to be out of rotation. His life of dreams of alien revenge wasn’t all bad.

There were still days when he couldn’t shake off a sense of threat. Sometimes a part of his mind gets trapped in the irrational and illogical certainty that the torture squad is about to find again. Others, the least irrational dread of things behind the gates. The apocalypse that destroyed the first molecule makers and was on its way to destroy humanity.

Leviathan Falls

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The decade’s biggest sci-fi series has reached a stunning conclusion in the ninth and final novel in James Sa Curie’s Hugo Award-winning space opera, which inspired the TV series, now from Amazon Studios.

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