Any woman can face the world alone, but why should we have to?

If the gods do decide to wipe us out, is it such a bad thing? Maybe we've earned a little annihilation.

Once upon a time there was a Once upon a time there was a Once upon a time there was a Stop this. It's undignified.

You are Insignificant. One of millions, neither special nor unique. I did not ask for this ignominy, and I resent the comparison. Fine. I don't you like you, either.

I am not as I once was. They have done this to me, broken me open and torn out my heart. I do not know who I am anymore. I must try to remember.

But perhaps that was just the way of power: no such thing as too much.

It was very bad if the council had resorted to recruiting men. By tradition men were our last line of defence, their physical strength bent towards the single and most important task of protecting our homes and children. This meant the council had decided that our only defence was to defeat the enemy, period. Anything else meant the end of Darre.