ladies who should be playing mythical head bitches in charge | ROSARIO DAWSON as ISIS, the ancient egyptian goddess of magic and children, the protector of the dead, the physical embodiment of the pharoah’s power.
When she whispers the incantation over the pieces of her husband’s body, her fingers glow gold. This is the story the mortals will tell around campfires and in the incense-ridden halls of the mighty, in the centuries, millenia to come. They will tell the story of their lady, of their queen, of how she had wept so many tears for her husband that the great Nile River overran, when the truth is far simpler. She only has to whisper, I am the queen of the dead, sister-wife to the ruler of the underworld, mother of the throne. And I hold the power of Ra on the mound of my tongue. She closes her eyes, releases her breath: you will not deny me.