The Power

by Naomi Alderman

And the many death-bearing hands of women have a name here: Kali, the eternal. Kali, who destroys to bring fresh growth. Kali, intoxicated by the blood of the slain. Kali, who puts out the stars with her thumb and forefinger. Terror is her name and death is her breathing in and out. Her arrival in this world has been long expected.

The truth has always been a more complex commodity than the market can easily package and sell.

There is no shape to anything except the shape it has.