Hammered (Jenny Casey, #1)

by Elizabeth Bear

“That’s murder, too, El.” “It can’t be. I made you. You’re . . .” She forged ahead. “You’re not real.” A gentle smile, a fierce look in the eye. “Nonsense. Or you’re not real, because your parents made you.”

It was a gamble as well, but communication, wooing, conception, and procreation always are.

I wonder what Valens makes of the daily parade down St. George to the Bloor Street coffee shops. He has to know we’re all sneaking out of the building to talk about him behind his back.