EXCERPT: We have a kid now and another on the way and—the idea is, the hope is—that we are, at least in a technical sense, adults. We’d always assumed we would know more, would have accomplished more, by the time we got to this point, assumed we would have turned into different people, better people.
(This story also appears in the ACLU charity anthology RESIST: TALES FROM A FUTURE WORTH FIGHTING AGAINST edited by Gary Whitta, Hugh Howey, and Christie Yant.)
EXCERPT: Once upon a time, there was a princess named Little Snowdrop, who had six brothers and four sisters. Her brothers were ravens, and her sisters were swans. Whenever they wished, they would fly around the castle on their black or white wings, but Snowdrop, not having any wings of her own, could not join them. She could only wave at them from the window of a high tower as they flew by. Her father was the King, and he loved her very much.