“Do not forget what holds you back, Aeric had said. Fear. It did more than hold her back; it was her puppeteer. It orchestrated her every thought and movement, and like a compliant marionette, she played the part it wanted her to—lashing out when it gave the order, then freezing just as suddenly. On and on she danced for it, a prisoner to the strings she was bound by, finding it easier to submit than fight back. No more. Strong as her puppeteer was, she was stronger.”
Book:Of the Sun and Sea