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Tanya Huff, The Privilege of Peace (Peacekeeper #3)

Weiter geht es mit Warden Torin Kerrs Missionen in der Confederation für Frieden zu sorgen und dabei allen Parteien gerecht zu werden, während sich bei der Auseinandersetzung mit den Plastikaliens auf der einen und der nationalistischen Humans First Bewegung immer neue Abgründe auftun. Hie und da liest es sich ein wenig angestrengt, weil sich im Laufe der Serie zuviel angesammelt hat, das (nicht nur) für Quereinsteiger neu erklärt werden muss, aber im letzten Drittel zieht das Tempo wieder wie gewohnt an und sorgt für einen gewohnt furiosen und befriedigenden Abschluss. Und wer weiß, vielleicht geht es ja doch weiter.
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"He's not wrong. Why walk when you can fly?"
"Then why is it no one in the Confederation flies? On their own," Werst expanded. "Without tech."
"Easy answer." Marie held her pie out of his reach and continued to her own seat at the next table. "Once you've got wings, you're having to much fun to bother with sentience."
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"A Human has created a weapon that will destroy the plastic. Human crews are moving even now to do what no other species has been able to do. When you think of this moment, remember that Humans destroyed the threat of that plastic and made the Confederation great again!"
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Riding the encouragement from multiple mouths, Binti jumped up onto a chair and raised her glass, waited until silence fell, and called out, "To the dead!"
"There's nothing honorable about dying!"
The roar filled every corner, every nook and cranny of the bar. Had the hatch been open, it would've spread out into the station and filled that as well. Torin couldn't stop herself from laughing and the expressions on the faces of those who'd never served. They didn't need to declare they'd never forget the fallen; that was both a given and for solemn vows by graves and at memorials Civilians had a tendency to fetishize military dead without ever considering how and why they died. Nights like this were for acknowledging the ultimate futility of war, because no one knew that better than those who'd fought.
When the bar finally silenced again, Lies, swaying slightly, rose to her full height and yelled, "To the living!"
This time, Torin laughed at the variety of responses. She stood, raised her glass, and added one more. "Let's try and keep them that way!"

(Tanya Huff, The Privilege of Peace, 2018)