Ours was a time of blood, when the sky reached on forever, when one horse became a hundred and then a thousand, when we wore our hair in long braids and rode as warriors. Everything we had was given to us by the goddess, and everything we lost was taken away by her."
The beauty of The Foretelling took my breath away and gave me that tingly feeling that only Alice Hoffman seems to be able to stir within me. Of all of her literary works, I feel that this is the only one that comes close to touching The Dovekeepers and that gorgeous way in which magic meets harsh reality and history meets mythology.
The Foretelling is a tale written for young adults about the mythological Amazon warrior women and the horses they rode into battle. Bloodthirsty and wild, with a spiritual connection with the earth and its creatures, this was a people made up of Queens and archers and priestesses, and mercy was not something in which they believed, until a Queen-to-be named Rain faced her first battle.
"Our word for this is never used. It is a curse upon our own people when speaking of our enemies. Mercy. Those burning things."
Rain's story was tragic and empowering and an absolute joy to read.
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