Somewhere in the world today there is a woman for whom the sword is forged. Somewhere there is one who has heard the drum of the new age, and who will respond. She will respond, this new woman, to the deep vibration of the drum beat; she will come as a perilous flame and a devious song, an agent of chaos, a theif in the night. She will come bearing the sword of freedom, and before her kings and priests will tremble and empires will fall. For she will be loving and merciless; she will be subtle and deadly, she will be forthright and invincible as a naked blade. And women will respond to her war cry, and throw off their shackles and chains, and men will respond to her challenge, forsaking their foolish and little ways. She will understand, forgive, be slow to believe anything, and she will shine as a morning star when the night has passed, and a new dawn breaks over the garden.
(a gift from Jessy to Faith stolen by me from Faith to ruthlessly use as my own) ;)