Excerpts cozy science fiction Read an Excerpt From Nobody’s Baby by Olivia Waite Becky Chambers meets Miss Marple in this cozy sci-fi mystery, helmed by a formidable no-nonsense auntie of a detective. By Olivia Waite | Published on February 10, 2026 Comment 0 Share New Share We’re thrilled to share an excerpt from Nobody’s Baby, the second book in Olivia Waite’s cozy SF mystery series featuring Dorothy Gentleman—out from Tordotcom Publishing on March 10. Welcome to the HMS Fairweather, Her Majesty’s most luxurious interstellar passenger liner! Room and board are included, new bodies are graciously provided upon request, and should you desire a rest between lifetimes, your mind shall be most carefully preserved in glass in the Library, shielded from every danger.A wild baby appears! Dorothy Gentleman, ship’s detective, is put to the test once again when an infant is mysteriously left on her nephew’s doorstep. Fertility is supposed to be on pause during the Fairweather’s journey across the stars—but humans have a way of breaking any rule you set them. Who produced this child, and why did they then abandon him? And as her nephew and his partner get more and more attached, how can Dorothy prevent her colleague and rival detective, Leloup, a stickler for law and order, from classifying the baby as a stowaway or a piece of luggage? The note from Ruthie arrived at breakfast with no preamble, flashing on the glowing face of my pocket watch: At what age do human children grow teeth? On the long list of things my nephew didn’t know, this was one of the least surprising. His expertise was deep but mostly limited to three topics: operation scripts for the sentient shipmind, cocktail combinations, and his husband, John. Even back on Old Earth, three and a half centuries before, I doubted he had spent much time around children. I hadn’t, either—Ruthie himself being the exception—but I wasn’t about to admit it. A quick search through the ship’s infobank got me the answer to his question: six months to a year. I sent it along, then sat back with a restorative sip of tea. True peace proved elusive: Unease flowed in with the bergamot in my breakfast blend. The little light on my pocket watch’s case flickered, indicating my nephew had replied. I opened it and glanced down. And what age do they start speaking? Twelve to eighteen months, I sent back, after more research. I finished my tea. After a long moment, and slowly, as if each letter were being inked in my own heart’s blood and I had to wait for it to ooze out drop by drop, I followed up: …Why? A small silhouette of clock hands spinning, the sign Ruthie was composing a reply. I rose from the table to put my teacup in the washer, the better to give myself one final moment of respite. His response: Then I fear the poor thing will be able to bite us before they can explain why they’re so upset. This was one of those times I hated being right. I rubbed the burgeoning headache from my temples. Unbelievable. Here we were, in a spaceship endless lightyears from Earth, on the way to a home we’d never seen, with ten thousand adults whose bodies had been carefully treated to prevent conception and reproduction so the population would remain stable for the length of our centuries-long journey across the stars— —and Ruthie had somehow managed to come up with a baby. Buy the Book Nobody’s Baby Olivia Waite Buy Book Nobody's Baby Olivia Waite Buy this book from: AmazonBarnes and NobleiBooksIndieBoundTarget And of course, as a ship’s detective, and Ruthie’s only relative, it was my duty and my thankless task to find out how. It couldn’t be the retromats: Although theoretically they could fabricate anything a person could remember, in practice there were limits on their use. Candles, for instance, were prohibited, because the combination of a spaceship and a naked flame had never led to anything good in all of human history. Living things were also forbidden—though some of the geniuses down in Forward Starboard Seven had managed to make mechanical animals and automata quite persuasively lifelike, using retromatted components. Perhaps this baby was something like that, and Ruthie had only been fooled? No. Whatever my nephew’s faults—and they were legion—he was brilliant with mechanical things. If this alleged baby had been an automaton he’d have written with jubilant delight, not those hurried, harried questions. But even assuming someone had removed the controls and managed to get a retromat to recreate a living, breathing, apparently screaming human child—the amount of mental focus and energy that implied was astonishing. Implausible. One might even say impossible. Which left only one other, only slightly less impossible possibility: Someone had made a baby the old-fashioned way. Two human bodies, gooey bits out, overlapping in space and time. Stars, what a nightmare. None of us was supposed to be able to bear children during the long passage on the Fairweather. The physical rigors of the process were bad enough on a planet, let alone here in the mystery and depths of distant space. Who knew what kind of risks pregnancy would have out here, with the strange magnetics and the physics and the constant threat of radiation? And the birth was only the first step! After that you had to educate them, to help them grow and thrive, and while we weren’t ever going to run out of food or water or cocktail supplies, this was a ship, and living space was our most finite resource. It was thought by the architects of our journey that it would be simpler, on the whole, if we simply paused the whole process until we were established on solid ground again. There was also something… uncanny, let’s be honest, about the idea of a human who’d never set foot on solid ground. To have never smelled the rain, felt the sun, dug fingers into the grit and grime of a planet. Well, now we had one. A child of the stars, born between worlds. My peace would probably be nonexistent for the next little while. On my way, I sent to Ruthie. Excerpted from Nobody’s Baby, copyright © 2026 by Olivia Waite. The post Read an Excerpt From <i>Nobody’s Baby</i> by Olivia Waite appeared first on Reactor.