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386 pages, ebook
Published May 1, 2019
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Isaura Johansdottir was traveling back to her father's home after a failed marriage when the unthinkable happened - her ship was struck down by an inexplicable storm.![]()
Human bodies floated among the wreckage in breathless suspension...
"Those are not the gods that who will save us."Ahhh. Guys. Gals. This book was absolutely brilliant.
Why had she thought he would still love her after learning she was broken?And Leonel's isolation - he needed a hug too!
"Who guards the guardian, Leonel?"And the setting! Oh my gosh. That was BRILLIANTLY done.
"I feel like myself again when I'm with you. When we're together, I don't feel broken."With thanks to the author for a free copy in exchange for an honest review
Love and friendship. Shame and heartache. Endings and beginnings.
A life, no matter how long it lasted, had value.
“Things didn’t turn out how you hoped, but you reached for what you wanted. I’m proud of you for that.” He closed the open shutter, softening the sounds of the outside world. “Now it’s time to reach for something else.”
“We aren’t defined only by our failures and sorrows. I’m starting to believe we’re an assortment. A few big events, but countless smaller details. Little joys that carry us through the days, even when those days are hard.”
“We aren’t defined only by our failures and sorrows. I’m starting to believe we’re an assortment. A few big events, but countless smaller details. Little joys that carry us through the days, even when those days are hard.”
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“Hunters come. They are- What is your word? They have fin on top.” He made a sharp whistle and jutted his fingers upward and toward his back. “Sharks?” She squeaked. “Is that what you mean?” “Yes, those.” “But you’re stronger than they are, right? You can kill them if they get too close?” “Kill them?” His eyes narrowed. “It is their nature to hunt.” “Is that supposed to matter? They want to eat us.” “They do no wrong. They come because of you. This bleeding.” “Oh well, many apologies. How inconsiderate of me to be injured in a shipwreck.” He made a snort of disdain. “Your kind should not even travel the water. It is not your world and you disturb ours with your crossing.” “And if the great continents weren’t underwater from the Gods’ War millennia ago, we wouldn’t need to, but here we are. Can we resume discussing our shark problem?” “They break no laws. I will not harm them for a dirt walker who should not be here in the first place.” “So, I’m to be fish food? I don’t believe this. You are the worst rescuer in history.” His brow thunderous, he hissed out a breath followed by an orchestra of clicks low in his throat. The sounds held a suspicious lack of courtesy. “That better not be directed at me or I’ll pan-fry your tail fin in butter and garlic.”
“There may only be the two of us to stop them, but a smart plan can overpower a strong army any day.”
“Who guards the guardian, Leonel? Is there someone who will help you?”
He thought of his cove. The ruined safety. The silence filling his heart. “There is no one.”
Her steady presence comforted him, her words from the cave alive in his mind. You are not alone. It had filled him with an unfamiliar warmth that left him uncertain. He wanted it to be true, and he didn’t. He was accustomed to being alone. He trusted solitude.
’It’s too sweet.” Of course it was. His usual diet wouldn’t include anything made with sugar. No wonder he looked like eating it thrashed his palette. “Yes, very sweet.” With a determined glint in his eyes, he finished chewing the mouthful and swallowed. His pallor took on a greenish cast. She laughed outright. “You hate it.” “No, of course not,” he insisted, eying the pastry like a battlefield he was ready to die on. “It is,” his throat bobbed, “delicious.” When he seemed about to take another bite, she quickly plucked it from his hand. “Stubborn fish. Give it back before you make yourself sick. It’s obvious you don’t like it.”
Doesn't friendship feed the soul? We all need people in our lives we can count on, including those we only know for a season. Even if someone isn't in your life forever, the time you knew them can change everything.
You are not alone.