Storm of Locusts (The Sixth World, #2)

by Rebecca Roanhorse

Being a fine lady sounds like a fucking nightmare.

“Better than a god. I am a Cat,”

“You really don’t know who Maroon 5 is?” she asks. “They’re, like, classic oldies.”

“National Park Ranger,” Aaron offers. “They stayed on after the federal government collapsed. Called themselves the Alt-Rangers. Said they had a higher duty to the land than to the government. They still wear their uniforms. It’s sort of a calling.” “They’re not even armed.” “No one would touch them. They’re considered sacred.”