A Heart of Bitter Poison (The Shadow Realm, #2)

by Brynne Weaver

And nothing in any realm is more dangerous or corruptible than love. Nothing is more lethal. Nothing cuts deeper. No betrayal is worse than when it’s delivered by the hand of someone you love.

She’s still suffering. I guess we all are. We all have memories to suppress or grief to live, or love to lose and broken hearts to mend. We all struggle to find our place. Maybe we could make it easier on one another once in a while. The world would be better for it, I think.