“Mother,” said Alessandra patiently, “I don't want to go.”
“That's because you have been convinced by the dead souls at the school that you are an ordinary child. But you are not. You are magical. You must get away from this world of dust and misery and go to a land that is green and filled with ancient powers. We will live in the caves of the dead ogres and go out to harvest the fields that once were theirs! And in the cool evening, with sweet green breezes blowing your skirts, you will dance with young men who will gasp at your beauty and grace!”
“And where will we find young men like that?”
“You'll see,” said Mother.
– Ender in Exile, p. 76, hb