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

by Nnedi Okorafor

they saw the money, but at the same time, it was hard for them to see me as important.

Interesting how we tend to associate strength with something hard like diamond, tungsten, stone. Never with something that is flesh, something that yields.

“I’m out here just out of reach of Jupiter,” I said. “What makes you think I’m typical?”

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

‘It got dark here because our Tornado had arrived to save us. I am the proudest father on Earth.’”