Fate Calls the Elf Queen (The Elf Queen, #3)

by J.M. Kearl

Everyone fails, it’s whether or not we get back up and fight again that matters more.”

“How long were we married?” she shouted after him. He stopped and whirled back around. “Nine years. It’s nothing in the life of a god. It may as well have never happened.” He flicked his fingers out to the side. “Just a blip, the blink of an eye. It doesn’t matter.”

“But I can always tell by a kiss if the couple will last. The early years are like a hot flame, burning and often flickering, but long marriages are made of those leftover embers, eternal, unquenchable and simmering.

“Did he hurt you?” She swallowed the lump in her throat and tears streamed down her cheeks. Fury and sadness warred inside, and her chest felt like it was splitting open. “More than I could ever say. He ruined me.”