“I am the fruit that swells on the branches. I am the full moon that rules the sky. . . .” This voice was all golden, powerful as the purr of some great cat, honey-sweet, and comforting as newly baked bread. “I am the sun in her splendor, and the warm wind that ripens the grain. I give Myself in My own times and seasons, and bring forth abundance. I am Mistress and Mother, I give birth and I devour. I am the lover and the beloved, and you will one day belong to Me. . . .”
