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Ancillary Justice

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Ann Leckie
Ann Leckie

Ann Leckie, born on March 2, 1966, in Canada, is a renowned science fiction author. Her works are highly praised for their unique narrative style and in-depth exploration of gender issues. Leckie's 'Ancillary Justice' series has won multiple awards, including the Hugo Award, making her a leading figure in the science fiction literature world. more

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“Did you eat my Twinkies?" She gulped. Keeping her eyes glued to the whip, she said, "Exactly what Twinkies are we talking about?" "The Twinkies in the cupboard over the sink. The only Twinkies in the trailer." His fingers convulsed around the coils of leather. Oh, Lord, she thought. Flayed to death for a Twinkle. "Well?" "It, uh — it won't happen again, I promise you. But they didn't have any special marking on them, so there was no way I could tell they were yours." Her eyes remained riveted on the whip. "And normally I wouldn't have eaten them— I never eat junk food-—but I was hungry last night, and, well, when you think about it, you'll have to admit I did you a favor because they're clogging my arteries now instead of yours." His voice was quiet. Too quiet. In her mind she heard the howl of a rampaging Cossack baying at a Russian moon. "Don't touch my Twinkies. Ever. If you want Twinkies, buy your own.”

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