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For the little girls who were told to put their fires out. Burn them all to the fucking ground.
Let’s go!!
No wonder so many like him, mostly men with no magic of their own, had eagerly converted to the True Religion. It was the only way they could exact control over others, and it was no secret they despised powerful women.
“It’s surprising how many lies people will believe if they are said with enough conviction,”
Weak men would rather guilt strong women than become strong themselves,
“A woman’s purpose can be found in having children. However, a woman is so much more than just a mother. She is an individual with her own passions and desires far beyond those of her husband. Just because we possess a womb doesn’t mean that we don’t also have a brain.”
“Women have the power to create life. To sustain it, nurture it. Regardless of magical affinity, the Chosen have forgotten that a woman’s base power lies in her womb. Therefore the choice to use that power lies with them. And them alone.”
“Unhand my wife, or lose it,” Fiorean threatened.
For weeks, thoughts of you have suffocated me, like the cloying smoke of an inferno I will never escape.” He paused, his eyes roving across her face as his voice quieted. “I never knew what it felt like, to burn.”
“So how can I be fire? If the only thing that makes me burn…is you.”
Aemyra had been forged in fire, but a queen would rise from the ashes.
