Just Out of Jupiter's Reach (The Far Reaches, #5)

by Nnedi Okorafor

Miri ships were the most revolutionary thing human beings had ever created. They would make us an interstellar species. They were powerful, even sentient creatures, and they were our freedom . . . in a way. Each one imprinted on only one human being, if Kármán could find that one.

“I’m a trans woman in space hugging my beautiful black sisters in a living ship! I don’t even care how weird this is,” Gracious announced.

My first days had been hellish, my most painful memories aggressively harassing me like ghosts. And my time alone had been a journey of breaking and then healing . . . all alone.

‘You were our tornado tonight. Beautiful, swift, lethal, a force of nature.’