The Broken Eye - Pg 482

   "We are the priests of light and darkness, the arbiters of dusk. Neither day nor night is our master. And do you know what happens when a woman walks without fear?"
   Teia shook her head, but there was a sudden longing deep in her that swelled so strong it paralyzed her tongue. Tell me. Tell me.
   "She becomes."
   Becomes what? Teia didn't say the words aloud, but he knew what she was thinking, for he answered:
   "She becomes whatever she wills. Minus only one thing." In the dark, he held up a finger, almost like he was scolding her.
   Teia was silent now. The question was obvious, and now she didn't want to ask it.
   Sharp said, "She has one thing she can never be, never again. You know what it is, don't you?"
   The words came unbidden to her lips, from a place so dark no light had ever touched it: "A slave."