“I read in the paper yesterday that astronomers believe there are planets out there that don't ride on a rail around a star like our rock does. They call them nomads. These nomads are up there wandering around without a sun to warm them, an orbit to guide them, other worlds to keep them company. They just float around in the dark—aimless, forgotten. These scientists think the galaxy might be full of them. All we ever see are the stars, but the night sky is a crowded graveyard.”
Book:The Hexologists