...and when I lift my head to scream out my fury, a million stars turn black and die. No one can see them, but they are my tears.

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.

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.

They live forever. But many of them are even more lonely and miserable than we are. Why do you think they bother with us? We teach them life's value.

But love like that doesn't just disappear, does it? No matter how powerful the hate, there is always a little love left, underneath. Yes. Horrible, isn't it?

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

Loneliness is a darkness of the soul