A Prayer for the Crown-Shy (Monk & Robot, #2)

by Becky Chambers

“You are an object facilitating that feeling. The feeling’s coming from you, after all.”

“Nobody should be barred from necessities or comforts just because they don’t have the right number next to their name.”

“What kind of books does Ms. Amelia collect?” “Oh, entirely pornography,” Mosscap said. “It was very educational.”

“If they have an issue with you, that’s on them. And it’s not even about you, personally. They just … don’t understand what you are. Or maybe they can’t fit you into their beliefs, and that scares them. The unknown makes us stupid sometimes.”

Coming home meant that you had, at one point, left it and, in doing so, irreversibly changed. How odd, then, to be able to return to a place that would always be anchored in your notion of the past.

But what I do know is … you help. You’re helping me figure it out. Just by being here. You help.” “Then we have the same answer,” Mosscap said. “I don’t know, either. But you are my best help, Sibling Dex.”