Ruthless Vows (Letters of Enchantment, #2)

by Rebecca Ross

But all good things eventually came to an end. And all songs had a final verse.

Mortals are often afraid of the things they don’t understand.”

The magic still gathers, and the past is gilded; I see the beauty in what has been but only because I have tasted both sorrow and joy in equal measures.

You may not be a goddess, but nor am I a god. Despite our mundane lives, perhaps we make our own magic with words.