One-half of Deux Lectrices, writing about the things I read.
She wasn’t human, but she wasn’t entirely machine either. How was such a creature even possible? And why, when he looked at her, did she remind him of Finley? Finley was beautiful. This was not.
This is literally where I get off with the series. I can't take anymore of "we already know a person like this, Sam," and then needless fucking shoehorning in of Mary Sue's bland ass.