My love for The Expanse is well-known and well-documented (if you’ve known me for more than a day, I’ve probably yelled about it), and I am so excited for Persepolis Rising, the seventh book in the series.
In the thousand-sun network of humanity’s expansion, new colony worlds are struggling to find their way. Every new planet lives on a knife edge between collapse and wonder, and the crew of the aging gunship Rocinante have their hands more than full keeping the fragile peace.
In the vast space between Earth and Jupiter, the inner planets and belt have formed a tentative and uncertain alliance still haunted by a history of wars and prejudices. On the lost colony world of Laconia, a hidden enemy has a new vision for all of humanity and the power to enforce it.
New technologies clash with old as the history of human conflict returns to its ancient patterns of war and subjugation. But human nature is not the only enemy, and the forces being unleashed have their own price. A price that will change the shape of humanity — and of the Rocinante — unexpectedly and forever…
Well, that’s not ominous, is it?
I’ve enjoyed every book in the series so far, and I truly admire the authors’ ability to play the long game — but we’re into the final act now, and a part of me is terrified to see just how bad things will get before the end. There’s no doubt in my mind that every plot line will be resolved satisfactorily, if not tidily and simply (it’s too big and complex a universe for that), but I’ll be sad to leave these characters behind (especially Bobbie Draper!).
At least there are still two books after this, right?
Only three more weeks to go until this is in my hot little hands!