The Power

by Naomi Alderman

She cuppeth the lightning in her hand. She commandeth it to strike.

He realizes that he could not stop her, whatever she wanted to do now.

“Fox News would say whatever makes the most people tune in to Fox News.”

She maketh a channel for the thunderbolt and setteth a path for the storm.

And he stops.

PERIODDDD🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 he got a fraction of what he deserved

the calls lighting up the police stations like a vast and spreading web.

“Where’s the profit in this, and where’s the advantage?”

This is the only thing worth having. She puts her hand to Primrose’s temples. And she kills him.

He’d like someone to do that to him, maybe. Maybe.

He’s on some freak type stuff

They understood their strength, all at once.

when she loses control as she finishes she sends a jolt

Violet-core

Fucking hell. Maybe he really will bomb the whole country and end up sitting as President of a pile of rubble.

Tatiana Moskalev

Diva!

“There is a scent of something in the air, a smell like rainfall after a long drought. First one person, then five, then five hundred, then villages, then cities, then states. Bud to bud and leaf to leaf. Something new is happening. The scale of the thing has increased.”

There are sixty women who walk down the street together toward the police station where they’re holding Mez’s mom.

The police have GOT to run 🙏

Marmite.

LMAOOO

And Tunde is there, too, with his cameras and his CNN pass.

CNN paid to be in this book 🙏

“A wave of spray from the ocean feels powerful, but it is only there for a moment, the sun dries the puddles and the water is gone. Then you feel maybe it never happened. That is how it was with us. The only wave that changes anything is a tsunami. You have to tear down the houses and destroy the land if you want to be sure no one will forget you.”

“Now they will know,” shouts one woman into Tunde’s camera, “that they are the ones who should not walk out of their houses alone at night. They are the ones who should be afraid.”

he keeps thinking if I fight her off too hard she’ll knock me unconscious, and then she can do whatever she wants.

A reversal of what women usually think

fag.

Why did we catch a stray?

they’ve been trying to bring down Christianity for centuries now, discrediting us, using the blacks to poison the inner cities with drugs.

Nah 😭 everybody is catching strays

Manintomany Those speeches she makes, I’d fucking murder the cunt for free.

Someone’s mad 😢

He’s being fucked by a feminazi now though. She’s got her claws into him good and tight.

Incel behavior

The inside of his mouth is so warm and so wet and his tongue is so slippery.

Oh I don’t like that ☹️

She feels from the point of his collar along the bone. She cannot feel it at first. But then, there it is, faint but glittering. There’s his skein, too.

TRANS ARC (?)

The single dependable human desire is very adaptable; what there is, in humans, is sexy. This, now, is what there is.

They’re printing money. And money can turn into anything.

Morrison escorts the candidate to the bathroom and helps him to a little nose powder.

HELP

Pain and fear. These things whittle away control.

Pussy-whipped betas and faggots, all of them.”

😢

Tunde’s read this theory before. You can’t have a good conspiracy plot without any conspirators. He’s only surprised that UrbanDox hasn’t mentioned Jews. “The Zionists used the concentration camps as emotional blackmail to get the stuff shipped out in the water.” There we go.

LMAOOO

And the people who curate these events for her and make sure that the nerve damage isn’t too severe for her to be able to do anything. Christian had a friend from the same hospital; a nice kid, even more of a believer than Christian himself, but, unfortunately, the break was too profound for them to be sure she’d be able to cure it. Besides, he wasn’t right for this televised segment. Acne.

Ooh that’s cold

This is not what happens to a man. Except now it is.

his body goes rigid and he shits himself right into the water, a brown-yellow cloud of particles jetting out like it’s shot from a hose.

😭

was fucking Bernie. Your dad. Bernie.”

No fucking way

She knows how this goes. If she kills him, it’ll never be over. That’s how it went with Primrose, how they ended up in a blood feud with him. If she keeps on killing anyone who pisses her off, someone will come for her in the end.

there’s a black ocean waiting for her now, it will always be waiting.

Sometimes a bloke is better at that than a woman—less threatening; they’re better at diplomacy.

It’s like she’s died, but she’s still too alive to notice.

The man lying prepped for the implantation operation next to her is Darrell, and sitting beside him in a chair is her dad, Bernie.

😶

“At first we did not speak our hurt because it was not manly. Now we do not speak it because we are afraid and ashamed and alone without hope, each of us alone. It is hard to know when the first became the second.”

“Thus, we institute today this law, that each man in the country must have his passport and other official documents stamped with the name of his female guardian. Her written permission will be needed for any journey he undertakes. We know that men have their tricks and we cannot allow them to band together.

Men are no longer permitted to drive cars. Men are no longer permitted to own businesses. Foreign journalists and photographers must be employed by a woman. Men are no longer permitted to gather together, even in the home, in groups larger than three, without a woman present. Men are no longer permitted to vote—because their years of violence and degradation have shown that they are not fit to rule or govern.

They sell girls one other thing; quietly, on the side. Be strong, they say, that’s how you get everything you want.

There is something beautiful in cruelty and something hateful in artful composition, and he wanted to express both these things.

either you are the hunter or you are the prey. Learn which you are. Act accordingly. Your life depends upon it.

The blind woman at the fire was all the women who had nearly killed him, who could have killed him. She was Enuma and she was Nina and she was the woman on the rooftop in Delhi and she was his sister Temi and she was Noor and she was Tatiana Moskalev and she was the pregnant woman in the wreckage of the Arizona mall. The possibility has been pressing in on him all of these years, pushing down on his body, and he wanted it done now, wanted to see it done.

The subject is: how many men do we really need? Think it over, they say. Men are dangerous. Men commit the great majority of crimes. Men are less intelligent, less diligent, less hard-working, their brains are in their muscles and their pricks. Men are more likely to suffer from diseases and they are a drain on the resources of the country. Of course we need them to have babies, but how many do we need for that? Not as many as women. Good, clean, obedient men, of course there will always be a place for those. But how many is that? Maybe one in ten.

His cock comes up like a salute, like they always do. Like a traitor. Like a fool.