Sovereign (Nemesis, #2)

by April Daniels

Wizards tend to be hopeless optimists. It’s the only reason they do such a dangerous job.

The difference between an actual feminist and a TERF is sort of like the difference between your average white dude and the KKK.

This conversation has more red flags than the Chinese Embassy.

Now I’m sitting in Sarah’s (can I call her my girlfriend?)

Whoa whoa, hold your horses there D

Hi! This is Danny. We kicked each other’s asses earlier today. No hard feelings, I hope, but if I see you fighting for Garrison again, I will put you down for good. It’s not worth your life. Walk away. Hugs and Kisses, Dreadnought ^_^

“Let them. It won’t help,” says Kinetiq. They touch a finger to the painted stencil on their armor’s chest piece and find it dry enough to peel off. Big yellow block letters read EAT THE RICH.

“How’s Kinetiq doing?” asks Calamity. “It’s not fair that I have a hangover,” says Kinetiq. “I didn’t even get drunk first.”

“Dreadnought. Why aren’t you falling to your death?” “Because you’re not actually the smartest person in the world, Garrison,” I reply. “You may call me Sovereign.” “I’m gonna call you Dingus.”