“Listen,” said Pippa. “I can’t stay here any longer. This isn’t fair to Judith. Or to you, either. I mean, doesn’t me being here sort of make you an accessory?”
“An accessory to what?” Glyph said, sounding bitter.
“The worst injustice in the history of like, the world?”
“Not the worst, probably. The worst would be, I don’t know. Some innocent kid getting mowed down in a drive-by shooting.”
Glyph thought about this. You could practically hear him. “How about, a whole bunch of kids that get mowed down by some A.W.H.M. with an assault rifle?”
Before she could ask he translated: “Angry white heterosexual male.”
--In the Land of Winter, Richard Grant