Adrift in Currents Clean and Clear (Wayward Children, #10)

by Seanan McGuire

She hadn’t gotten her ice cream after their last visit to his office, and if the prosthetic arm was an inescapable future, she at least wanted it to be an inescapable future with ice cream.

Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling that it was better to be a person who at least tried to be a hero, as opposed to someone who didn’t try at all,

They weren’t cruel to her, Carl and Pansy, were even kind in their slightly distant way, but she didn’t love them, and she knew they didn’t love her. What was love, anyway? Was it a form of possession?

Can he do that? Can a fox tell us to stay out of a whole forest?” “Of course he can,” said Inna. “He did, didn’t he? Whether he has any authority to make saying it mean anything more than sounds is another question.”