The Harvest — Ash Gray

Quinn is back, this time in a race to save Earth from the zonbiri, a short, angry, blue, seahorse people who wish to use humans to create an army of super hybrids. Along with Zita the cheerful space marine, an orange alien with cool head spikes, and the three zonbiri kids who started it all, Quinn is off to save the literal world. Aside from her own recklessness, the only thing standing in her way is her overbearing and overprotective aunt, General Miora. Can she convince the cold and distant general to help her save Earth? And where is her mother Rose?

Quotes:
“Well, can you fight?” 

“Can you?” 

“No,” said Thalcu with a sad laugh. “Zonbiri women aren't allowed to handle anything bigger than a butter knife. Not legally, anyway. Besides, I could never shoot a gun. My hands are used to pushing remote control buttons, pounding game controllers . . . picking the good chips from the bag.” 

-
The woman smiled gently at Quinn, her lips curling behind her oxygen mask. “I will not really die,” she said, drawing Quinn's surprised gaze. She looked at Quinn contently a moment and went on, “Do you know how worlds are born? From the first breath of a star. We are made of starlight. We can not bear to look into the sun, into the thing that birthed us, anymore than we can bear to look upon our parents in the throes of passion. It is our point of origin, and to it, we must all return.” 

-
Zita shrugged. “I wouldn't hold it against ya, kid. You're asking if you should choose war or love. Hate is easy, everybody does it. But most people go their entire lives without really loving. Miora's gonna tell you that you can't love Thalcu because she's zonbiri, but if it's really love . . . you won't be able to help yourself.” Zita smiled and went out. 

-
“What do you want?” Quinn interrupted abruptly. 

“What do I want?” repeated Dr. Zorgone, rolling his eyes to the starry sky. “Let's see . . . What do I want? I always wanted an indoor pool.”