"After a surveillance culture has taken control over the galaxy, it’s up to an eclectic group of misfits from disparate corners of the cosmos to rediscover the forbidden concepts of life, love and liberty."

"My pilgrimage is just," hummed the Thorn-Bug. The insect began to dance, spinning the swirling mace with each curving step. As the rhythm grew, so too did each trembling swing. "The vendetta is strictly personal."