We are the bloodof the witches you thought were dead.We carry witchcraft in our boneswhilst magic still singsinside out heads.When the witch huntersimprisoned out ancestorswhen they tried to burn the magic away.Someone should havewarned themthat magic cannot be tamed.Because you cannot burn away what has alwaysbeen aflame.

Don't let a kingor a princeor a fairytaletell you you are smaller than that or who you are meant to be.

Maybe that's why you demonised them, turned them into monsters,because you think monsters are easierto understand than women who say no to you.

Zeus may have been the God of lightning and of thunder.But it was Herawho invented the rain

If a woman does not fit the shape of what you think a woman should, if a woman is not obedient, does not see things the way you do, if a woman is too independent to need anything more than herself, does she automatically become a threat filled with such terror to you?

It is easier to be hatedthan to face not being lovedEasier to be angrythan accept sadness

Every woman is both match and spark, a light for each other from the dark.

Did you think they did it alone?Built whole armies,and conquered thrones?Constructed promised landsthat would outlive the sunresurrected prosperity from ash and bone?A crest is not just a manmade thingit is also created by generations of womenwho wield swords through guile and letters.Show me your kings,and I will show you the queens that willed them,that bred them, and taught them to do better.

Her mother told her she could grow up to be anything she wanted be, so she grew up to become the strongest of the strong, the strangest of the strange, the wildest of the wild, the wolf leading wolves.