I hated men like this. I hated men who used their power to gorge themselves. Hated men who thought it was acceptable to murder their own people as long as it gave them one more chance at hanging onto their golden toys. I hated the men who sent their own terrified people into a stampede to stop us. Hated the men who burned a little girl alive. I hated them all so much, and I loved that I felt that way. The Arachessen taught me that my emotions should always be a calm sea. But sometimes, those storms snuck up on me. And once the waves swallowed me, it was hard to find the surface.
