Shadow & Storms (The Legends of Thezmarr, #4)

by Helen Scheuerer

‘For the longest time, women have been erased, little by little, or in the case of the Furies themselves, in one fell swoop. We have lived in the shadow of the rights and laws of men. But when the world is reborn, it will be of our own making. You’re fighting for that world, and you have the same right to armour as the rest of us. You are surrounded by women who want to see you empowered, and that is stronger than any fucking army in these realms. Don’t let the world – don’t let anyone convince you that you’re not enough. Only you define your

story. You and you alone. When they tell you what you’re not, when they tell you what you can’t do, remember: you are the storm, Elwren. You split the skies and flood the plains. You make the ground tremble beneath their boots. No one can fucking stop you.’

I will not go quietly into the fucking darkness… Will you?’

‘I think we should blow up the Great Hall.’ ‘What?’ Esyllt barked, gripping the sides of his chair. ‘You’re mad.’ Kipp grinned. ‘Often that goes hand in hand with genius.’ ‘I’d beg to differ,’ Esyllt replied.

‘We are all daughters of darkness, Thea. We were born into a world of it, a place that would dictate the way in which we defend ourselves, the way we live our lives. No more. That world is no longer. And the next one will be what we make it.’