Rebecca Roanhorse

But I had forgotten that the Diné had already suffered their apocalypse over a century before. This wasn’t our end. This was our rebirth.

Everything you've done, your past, it's all just a story you tell yourself. Some of it is true, but some of it is lies.

Words matter,' he says. 'The name you give things, it forms them when you speak. You must always be careful with your words.

You know people who love you don't hurt you like that, he says, eyes steady on me. Love's not supposed to try to kill you.

Some people believe you destroy your enemies by making them your friends.