Vow of the Shadow King (Bride of the Shadow King, #2)

by Sylvia Mercedes

I know something then with absolute certainty. Perhaps the only certainty in my whole sorry, uncertain life. I know this image of her—clad in that pink, trolde-style gown, wearing that crown of uncut gems, her hair tumbled about her face and shoulders, her eyes uplifted to mine—will stay with me to the end. When the world comes all undone, when the cracks spread and the caverns fall, her face, just as it is right now, will be the last vision my mind’s eye sees.

I am falling irrevocably in love. With my wife.

Like dancing on the edge of a knife. Fool that I am, I’d danced anyway.

“Live. For you are my very life.