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352 pages, Hardcover
First published July 12, 2022
“You look like something out of Mad Max: Fury Road,” said Ford. “And I mean that as a compliment.”
“Thanks. Charlize Theron is a badass.”
“They finally did it. They finally destroyed the world.” Stella spoke with no emotion, but she wrapped her arms around her torso while tears dripped from her eyes down her cheeks to soak the long-sleeved shirt she’d layered under her sweater.
Mercury could only manage one word. “They?”
“Men. Politicians. Them. The greedy, corrupt people in charge whose job it was to keep us safe.” Stella’s voice cut like a knife.
“So, do you think whoever engineered this particular biological agent made it to wipe out men?” Janet sounded equal parts pissed and skeptical.
“We can’t know for sure if it was created to be that specific or if it’s just a fortuitous byproduct.” Heads turned as Stella joined them in the foyer.
“Fortuitous?” said one of the other three men as he carefully sat up. His arm was in a sling, and his thigh and head were heavily bandaged. His age was hard to determine as the gauze wrapped around his forehead also covered the side of his face, but Mercury guessed he was somewhere between forty and fifty.
“Well, let’s see.” Stella tapped her chin with exaggerated contemplation. “Who’s been in charge of the world until now?”
“Men,” said Gemma.
“Exactly.” Stella put her fists on her waist and faced the wounded man. “Women saved you. Women bandaged you. Women will continue to be sure you heal. Remember that.”
Ford grinned. “It’s not man-hating to tell me you haven’t met a lot of grown-up men who read for pleasure. I don’t know many besides the men in my family either.”
“Well, good. Then that’s my answer. What kind of books do you like?”
“I read across genres. The truth is that I hate genre labels. I think they keep people from reading.”
“Oh my Goddess! I’ve been saying that for years! Like, even though there are some awesome romance books that I know my male students would love—because they’re labeled romance, it’s almost impossible to get guys to give them a try.”
Ford nodded. “Exactly. I really enjoy science-fiction and fantasy— especially sci-fi/fantasy written by women.” He grinned at her shocked expression. “Women tend to add more complex character development and — get this — sex to the genre. I enjoy both.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
Mercury studied him with new eyes as they moved together around the dance floor. “What’s one of your fav sci-fi or fantasy books?”
“That’s easy. I love the queen of sci-fi/fantasy, Anne McCaffery.”
Mercury thumped him on his broad chest. “Get out! Pern is my go-to comfort world!”
“OMG, you found a gun!”
“Yeah. I know Stella’s proficient with firearms.”
“Fuckin’ A, I am.” The color was returning to Stella’s cheeks. “But let me be clear. I’m proficient with firearms, and I’m for sensible gun laws.”
"My intuition has been pretty clear for the past decade or so, but since yesterday it’s loud."
“Thanks,” Stella said. “We’d appreciate that. We have come to depend on Ford.”
“I’m not surprised at all. Such a tall, capable man.” Amber gave Ford an appreciative look. “Follow me and let’s get you out of this cold.”
Beside Stella, Mercury whispered, “The misogyny is strong with that one.”
Ford covered his laugh with a cough.



