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1 " She threw herself across her bed, weeping into a pillow. She knew just what she wanted -- the desire was a fierce ache inside her. But fiercer still was the knowledge that it was beyond the reach of a female. "
― Libbie Hawker , Daughter of Sand and Stone
2 " Nafsha is so concerned with my virginity. I am beginning to think she would wed me herself. Alas, the only tool she might use to make me a woman is her tongue -- and it is far too sharp for me to allow it beneath my skirts. "
3 " In the dull, persistent beat of her heart, she hears the rhythm of hope. It is faint and thin as a thread, but it is there. "
4 " Still, if I don't believe in the possibility, I might go mad from fear. "
5 " There is nothing humble about this woman. "
6 " Because it is my destiny, Zabdas! Because I've always known the gods made me for something more -- more than just a wife, just a mother, just a woman. They made me for power! "
7 " Her voice is still pitched high, thanks to her youth, but it has a certain incipient darkness to it, a low richness that will mature in the coming years to the smoky tones of a priestess or a queen -- a woman of great natural power. "
8 " Men always laugh whenever a woman says she has political skill. But it's not such a difficult thing to master. "
9 " She will not bow her head to any woman or man, so why, indeed, should she bow to a needle? "
10 " Think carefully before you issue me a command, Zenobia. For I will do what you tell me, even if I'm the worst possible man for the job. "
11 " Try all you might to learn a woman's place. You have found it already. It is in the desert, with the stars shining on your skin. It is on the back of a camel, with a sword gripped tight in your fist. It is on the throne of Egypt-it is in the reach of your empire-it is in my arms, and in my heart. You made your place, and it is your by right, Zenobia, my love. "
12 " now—yours. "
13 " This is the season when the winds come from the east—from Eran and from India beyond, slow and languid and heavy with the odors of spice: the bitter taste of golpar; the bright bloom of coriander; the low earthy hum of rose; and cinnamon, sweet and compelling as a lover’s voice. These are the odors of wealth, of gold. And gold is the odor of blood. "