“They want us to feel small, Eleanor. They want us to be quiet, be predictable, be unimportant, behave. Then they make us think we deserve it. But I think they’re just terrified we’ll stop listening to them and start listening to each other. And do you know why they’re so scared of women like us?”
Our gazes met, two sets of glittering eyes shining in shared determination.
“Why?” she asked.
My answering grin was positively wicked. “Because they damn well should be.”
Men sold the strength of their bodies as sellswords and assassins, bricklayers and carpenters. Why should it be any less acceptable for women to sell the softness of theirs?
"Suit yourself. But whatever you do or don't do, sweetheart, do it for yourself. Don't choose a mediocre life for a mediocre man. Go be exceptional. If he's worth it, he won't judge you. And if he's really the one, he'll come along for the ride."