Iโm not a woman you bring home to Mother, pick out china patterns with, or Mary forefend, breed. Iโve seen a chunk of the universe, true, but thereโs still so much more to see. I doubt Iโll ever cure this wanderlust, and Iโm content with dedicating my life to failing to sate it... Heโs never going to sit at my feet and write me poems, which is good because I hate poetry, except dirty ones that rhyme.
Ann AguirreMother Mary of Anabolic Grace, we got Teras incoming?โ He levels angry blue eyes on me. โYouโre a hex, lady, dark luck, powerful bad juju, ken?โ โOnly to people who try to kidnap me,โ I tell him sweetly, and March snorts, so I feel obliged to add, โOr rescue meโฆโ And then Dina makes a pfft sound. โOr who travel with meโฆโ My gaze sweeps around the darkened interior, trying to find an ally, but nobody will hold my eyes more than two seconds, it seems. โFine, frag you all, Iโm dark juju, bad luck, and youโre all doomed.
Ann Aguirre