She is looking at me now and she begins to fidget with her skirt. I think she is second-guessing herself and realizing maybe she should not have asked. “Her name was Grandmother Autumn-thunder.” I look then to Dawn, who learned this very dance from her. “She whose dance can bring...
Hell, there weren’t even great female heroes in comics. You, know? The place that HAS NOTHING BUT HEROES! I suppose Wonder Woman was alright, but she was about it unless you wanted Superman with boobs and a skirt or Batman with boobs and really sensible footwear for a thief. ...