Dreadnought (Nemesis, #1)

by April Daniels

You will never be one of us. Real women—” As if moving off the topic of the Legion has freed my voice, I find that I can shout at her, “It’s not my fault I’m trans! You think I wanted to be born this way?” “Not really,” says Graywytch. “I don’t blame you any more than I would blame an ebola victim. Society has fed your generation so many toxic ideas about gender, it’s only natural some of you would crack. But that doesn’t mean you aren’t dangerous. It doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be expunged. You reify the holocaust of gender, you invade my sex, and you poison my sisters by your simple presence. You cannot possibly understand what it means to be a woman, and you rape us all when you try. If you will not surrender the mantle, I will be forced to destroy you.” “You wanna try?” I stalk forward. “Any time, bitch!” “The instant resort to violence.” Graywytch seems to collapse in on herself, and the night’s shadows become somehow more solid, even alive. They rush to embrace her, and she’s gone. Her voice comes to me as if from a great distance. “How essentially male.” “Coward! We’ll beat you!” For a moment, I think she’s gone. When her voice comes again, it is tight with fury. “Magic leaves no fingerprints, Daniel. You will surrender your powers, or by the end of the month you will die in agony and damn the mantle if it is lost. Nobody will believe you. Nobody will help you. Nobody can. Not your parents. Not the Legion. Not your fists. Your only hope is surrender. I will leave you...

Holy shit. She's perfectly willing to screw over the entire world next time a Mistress Malice level threat shows up just to prove how much of a TERF she is.