Don't let him take who you are. Make him fear who you'll become.

— Mary Weber

Soft could see the lights in the distance, like the stars hanging above, and the planet perched in the sky. Waiting breathless by the moon for them to visit in their rocket ship.

— Mary Weber

Soft had no idea how long she sat like that. Tucked up beside this boy she despised more than anyone other than her mother while his music overwhelmed her senses and set them all right again. This man who'd used her and hurt her and probably would again, and yet who stayed, soothing her hair and not saying a word.

— Mary Weber