ancillary mercy, by ann leckie
Saturday, October 31st, 2015
…in the last twenty years I had grown accustomed to making my own decisions, without reference to anyone else. To having authority over my own life.
“We are weapons she made for her own use.”
“…You’re used to people being attached to you. Or being fond of you. Or depending on you. Not loving you, not really. So I think it doesn’t occur to you that it’s something that might actually happen.” “Oh,” I said.
“Oh, Cousin,” replied Sphene. “We sit here arguing, we can hardly agree on anything, and then you go straight to my heart like that. We must be family.”
“Can I be a cousin, too?” asked Station, from the wall console. “Of course you can, Station,” I said. “You always have been.”
