The Golden Apple of Shangri-La (4 page)

Even heroes.

“You hate me, don't you?” he called as she threaded her way through Union Hall.

She didn't stop, or look back. For all her drinking and fighting and flying, Rowena Fanshawe wasn't just trying to be a man. She was better than that. She was a woman. He called after her again, the same thing, but she didn't reply, because she didn't know yet what her answer would be.

All that she knew was that she wasn't going to lie.

 

Copyright © 2014 by David Barnett

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