The Neverending Ride

The rich and powerful always have ways of looking after themselves, and if left to their own devices will always get their way over nonelites.

If I can stop us from having sex, I can stop anything.

'It may night be right,' Aalea said. 'It may not be just. But this is a world of senators and consuls and Luminatii - of republics and cults and institutions built and maintained almost entirely by men. And in it, love is a weapon. Sex is a weapon. Your eyes? Your body? Your smile?' She shrugged. 'Weapons. And they give you more power than a thousand swords. Open more gates than a thousand War Walkers. Love has toppled kings, Mia. Ended empires. Even broken our poor, sunburned sky.'