I was about ten years old when I started writing fantasy stories. About unknown islands where marooned sailors were kept in captivity, about Female gladiators, heroines and Lady vampires who all ruled with a vengeance. It was all very childish of course, but the fascination for superior Women was already there. And the most awe-inspiring and intimidating image I could think of back then, was a Woman on horseback. Well, it still is an extremely powerful thing, to be honest. You have to look up to Her to see Her face, which is pretty much as if you’re down on your knees in front of a Mistress. It’s instant superiority (or instant submission if you like). And you know you can’t outrun Her, no sir. She can hunt you down, capture you and drag you tied up and everything through fields and villages for days on end. Magnificent really, isn’t it.