He is the dark prince. The all-powerful one. The leader of the creatures of the night." Then Meena said, "I'm confused then. I thought the prince of darkness was the devil." [......] "Wait," Meena said, blinking. " Are you saying....." "Yes," Alaric said. "That is exactly what I'm saying." Jon looked blank. "I don't understand. Is he the devil or not?" "Lucien Antonescu," Alaric said. "is a vampire. Not just any vampire, but the ruler of all vampires.
I did, ' Henric said, with a triumphant look. 'Oh, ' Meena said, opening the book to the page 74, the one from her dream. 'You mean this prince?' She pointed at the illustration of Lucifer. Henric's grin faltered slightly. 'Precisely.' 'He's not a prince, ' Meena said. 'As you know perfectly well, he's a fallen angel. And what was Lucien's mother?' 'A p-princess, ' Henric stammered. But there was terror in his eyes. 'No, ' Lucien said, shaking his head. 'She was an angel.' Meena swung around to look at him. Tears glittered in her eyes as she gazed up into his, which had gone back to their normal deep brown. 'Yes, Lucien, ' she said, holding the book open in front of him. 'That's why Henric was trying to keep this from you. Because he realized it was the one thing that might help you remember what your mother always taught you. You, of all people, really do have a choice. You can choose to be good... because you are part good. No matter how hard you try to be the devil's son, you've still got an angel for a mother.
Does rough weather choose men over women? Does the sun beat on men, leaving women nice and cool?' Nyawira asked rather sharply. 'Women bear the brunt of poverty. What choices does a woman have in life, especially in times of misery? She can marry or live with a man. She can bear children and bring them up, and be abused by her man. Have you read Buchi Emecheta of Nigeria, Joys of Motherhood? Tsitsi Dangarembga of Zimbabwe, say, Nervous Conditions? Miriama Ba of Senegal, So Long A Letter? Three women from different parts of Africa, giving words to similar thoughts about the condition of women in Africa.' 'I am not much of a reader of fiction, ' Kamiti said. 'Especially novels by African women. In India such books are hard to find.' 'Surely even in India there are women writers? Indian women writers?' Nyawira pressed. 'Arundhati Roy, for instance, The God of Small Things? Meena Alexander, Fault Lines? Susie Tharu. Read Women Writing in India. Or her other book, We Were Making History, about women in the struggle!' 'I have sampled the epics of Indian literature, ' Kamiti said, trying to redeem himself. 'Mahabharata, Ramayana, and mostly Bhagavad Gita. There are a few others, what they call Purana, Rig-Veda, Upanishads ... Not that I read everything, but ... ' 'I am sure that those epics and Puranas, even the Gita, were all written by men, ' Nyawira said. 'The same men who invented the caste system. When will you learn to listen to the voices of women?
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