triumph.

«If we could give it a name, we could say that my rage was biblical. I was the chariots and the plagues of Egypt. I was the Red Sea parting and David fighting the giant. I could turn men into salt if I looked at them. I was biblical. Nobody should dare take the sacred words and thread them around my wrists. I was a biblical woman. I was Judith, flirting with the general and cutting his head. Dinah, asking for my rightful part. I was Mary, pregnant teen, unwed, not letting them call the words that drip from my tongue a lie.»