There were times when she regretted that the Mara could not shift their sex the way the Daeva could, and this was one of them.
The colonies were still wild, of course; that was why she had come. She was craving a challenge. She was craving a frontier.
She kept running into men who wanted to put her in a house. Put her in a house and put her in her place. And that – that was not what she wanted, not a house-man with house-soft hands, not a house-life with curtains and furniture. She wanted a frontier. Continue reading