Orbit Arrival

No Sky Left By the time Orla Quinn saw the blood on the boarding glass, she already knew Earth was trying to keep her. It always had - with grief, with debt, with the red-brick kitchen in Belfast where every goodbye tasted like over-steeped tea. The man wiping his split lip with the back of his hand was only the latest method. The departure hall for North Atlantic Launch Terminal Three had been built to make poor people feel grateful.

This title is part of Orbit Colony • Book One, Book 1.