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177 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 19, 2012
"I need more ours. Lunch shift at the diner isn't going to swing it for me."
"I could have convinced the owner to give you dinner shifts as well." Jessica looked smug.
"At someone else's expense?"
Jessica shrugged.
Dee scowled. "Your sense of morality is fluid, isn't it?"
"I am a leaf in the wind," Jessica said with mock solemnity, but the wicked chuckle that escaped her lips ruined the effect. [p.32]
"That is the real world, Dee. You think mutants have it bad? The poor have it worse. They've always had it worse. There are no safety nets for them, not beyond the soup kitchens and the free clinic. The hospitals won't take them in. If Danyael's not strong enough to heal them, they die. It's not complicated."
How could those people endure a life with so few options? They were among the poor too, weren't they? Their joint income scarcely covered their expenses, and Dum was a mutant. What kind of odds would he have in a world that tolerated neither mutants nor the indigent? What were their odds of breaking free from that world? [p.43]
"Do you want your children and grandchildren to live through the same madness, the same chaos? Yesterday, a pro-humanist group killed an in vitro in Dallas, and a mob of clones killed a pro-humanist in New York. Not a day goes by without someone dying just because someone else doesn't like his genes. The rest of the countries in the civilized world are probably laughing their heads off at how this bastion of freedom and democracy can't seem to find its way out of the genetic paper bag. I'm human, and my brother is a mutant. I want us - both of us - to have a future in this country. It's our country. We shouldn't have to pay the price just because your generation can't get its act together." [p.77]