I love The Expanse . When I first watched the TV series back in 2017, I was enthralled by it. So enthralled, in fact, that when news broke in 2018 that the series had been cancelled (for the first time, at least), I dove into the books. I enjoyed Daniel Abraham and Ty Franck’s writing so much that I came to appreciate the TV series even more, because there’s a respect and admiration for the source material that adaptations of other properties often seem to lack. The world of The Expanse is grubby and imperfect. Tech has advanced light-years beyond our own, yet humanity’s expansion retreads the same tired ground. Politicians are still useless, self-serving assholes, the disparity between the rich and the working class has somehow gotten worse, and cultural prejudice has evolved to the point that now everyone simply chooses to judge people based on which planet (or lack thereof) they were born on. The story is clever, nuanced, and unhurried—but I can’t say the same of The Expanse: Osiris Reborn .…