War makes monsters of us all. But what happens to those of us who no longer wish to be monsters? — Kameron Hurley, The Stars Are Legion
War makes monsters of us all. But what happens to those of us who no longer wish to be monsters? — Kameron Hurley, The Stars Are Legion
War makes monsters of us all. But what happens to those of us who no longer wish to be monsters? — Kameron Hurley, The Stars Are Legion
War makes monsters of us all. But what happens to those of us who no longer wish to be monsters? — Kameron Hurley, The Stars Are Legion
War makes monsters of us all. But what happens to those of us who no longer wish to be monsters? — Kameron Hurley, The Stars Are Legion
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War makes monsters of us all. But what happens to those of us who no longer wish to be monsters?

— Kameron Hurley, The Stars Are Legion
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