Still, if I don't believe in the possibility, I might go mad from fear.

Because it is my destiny, Zabdas! Because I've always known the gods made me for something more -- more than just a wife, just a mother, just a woman. They made me for power!

Her voice is still pitched high, thanks to her youth, but it has a certain incipient darkness to it, a low richness that will mature in the coming years to the smoky tones of a priestess or a queen -- a woman of great natural power.

Men always laugh whenever a woman says she has political skill. But it's not such a difficult thing to master.

She will not bow her head to any woman or man, so why, indeed, should she bow to a needle?

There is nothing humble about this woman.

She threw herself across her bed, weeping into a pillow. She knew just what she wanted -- the desire was a fierce ache inside her. But fiercer still was the knowledge that it was beyond the reach of a female.