Ruthless Vows (Letters of Enchantment, #2)

by Rebecca Ross

I see the beauty in what has been but only because I have tasted both sorrow and joy in equal measures.

I pray that my days will be long at your side.

Let me fill and satisfy every longing in your soul.

May your hand be in mine, by sun and by night.

Let our breaths twine and our blood become one, until our bones turn to dust.

Even then, may I find your soul still sworn to mine.

He wondered how many mundane things hid magic, or perhaps it was better to think of it as how much magic liked being married to the ordinary. To simplicity and comfort and overlooked details.

“I don’t think we know what we’re made of until the worst moment possible happens. Then we must decide who we truly are and what is most important to us. I think we’re often surprised by what we become.”