" Well, I can talk that way if you like,” Dar Oakley said. “But talking can’t change that. Can’t change she into he.” She slid down the muddy lake-edge to a pool where she’d seen a thing growing whose leaves or root she wanted. When she had it and broke a leaf and sniffed it, she put a handful into a skin pouch slung over her bare chest. “It’s because I can’t be called ‘neither,’ ” she said. “But that’s what I am. "

― John Crowley , Ka: Dar Oakley in the Ruin of Ymr