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

by Nnedi Okorafor

when you have to earn it, it’s actually not at all like winning the lottery.

To protect myself, I made it so that 75 percent of all my earnings would go to my parents, whom I could trust. I left it to them to figure out which relatives got what.

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

Always the threat of losing what we were owed. Typical capitalism.

“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.

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