The Queen with No Name (Return of the Ancestors, #1)

by J.J. Makenzie

He could overpower me, and probably would. Wasn’t that the way of men?

“There is never enough power to satisfy one who is never content with what he has, whether it is little or great,” I whispered.

Sometimes we seek so earnestly for a different life, we forget to live the one we have. ‘If we look for it, there is beauty in the struggle,’

I closed my eyes and tried to swallow my pride. It tasted terrible and didn’t want to go down.

I wondered if that was what a priest told a lamb before he sacrificed it.

He was probably a liar, like all men.

A name I didn’t have to pay for.

It was apparent I would live again.

My father”—I hated calling him such—“served

“What do you do when you disagree with your husband?” I would welcome any advice. “That is easy. I wait until he sees I was right all along.”