Some Desperate Glory

by Emily Tesh

Mags was just like this, he had this absurd soft spot for lost causes.

“I would rather stand three times in the battle line than give birth to one child.”

She looked back at his knowing eyes, and she thought—not as a decision, not as a realization, just as a simple and obvious fact—if you ever put a hand on me, I will break your wrist.

Kyr was astounded by the wave of contempt she felt. He was a leader of humanity, a hero, a great man. She despised him.