The Last Gardener of Kepler-186f

About this book:

On a dead world orbiting a dying star, Otto Finch has spent forty-two years coaxing green from iron. The Consortium left him behind when the spreadsheets said stop; he stayed because the apple trees needed pruning, the water pumps needed nursing, and the air inside Habitat Primus needed someone to remember how to breathe for it. Now a scrap-ship has fallen from the red sky, its crew hungry for the copper, lithium, and pressurized tanks that keep his garden alive—and they don't care what they have to break to take it.

*The Last Gardener of Kepler-186f* is a masterwork of quiet, visceral science fiction: a story about the stubborn biology of hope, the weight of stewardship when no one is watching, and the violence that arrives when the universe decides your sanctuary is salvage. With prose that smells of loam, ozone, and cold metal, this novel grows a world you can taste—and then puts a rifle in the hands of the only man who knows how to defend it.