Of Copper Blood and Starlight - Paperback

"I filed the retraction. Seventeen seconds. It didn't process in time."

Lieutenant Marisol Vega has spent eleven years building a life out of procedure. Forty-two steps from her quarters to the processing bay. Forty-four ceiling tiles above her desk. A clean record she maintains like a second spine - never touch anything you can't file afterward. On a colonial station at the edge of inhabited space, she is efficient, precise, and unreachable. She is also, without knowing it, counting the days until something forces her to stop.

She finds it in a lower corridor.

Sable has no official name in the system - only a documentation trail she built herself, station by station, over eleven years of being someone the colonial administration would process and label and send to a place from which no one returns the same way. She is not what her papers say. She has never been what her papers say. She carries a ring on her finger that belonged to someone she loved and could not save, and she checks the exits of every room she enters because she has learned, at considerable cost, that there is always an exit - until there isn't.

When Marisol begins running a compliance sweep nine steps past the boundary line, she tells herself it's procedure. When she starts bringing food to a lower corridor on her off-shift, she calls it zone assessment. When she sits on a utility conduit housing twice a week and talks about ventilation systems and the sound of wind and the particular weight of surviving, she has no professional justification and has stopped looking for one.

But the colonial administration's classification system does not allow for unofficial connections. A discrepancy in the intake logs has been running for six weeks. A secondary assessment protocol operates above Marisol's clearance level, with forty-three recorded transfers and no other outcome on file. And someone, somewhere, has started watching the afternoon patrol data.

Everything in Its Right Place is a slow-burn queer romance set against the bureaucratic machinery of colonial power - a love story told in meal packs and step counts, in the seventeen seconds between a mistake and its retraction, in the difference between surviving and living. Two women who have learned to make themselves invisible find, in each other, a reason to be found.