A River Enchanted (Elements of Cadence, #1)

by Rebecca Ross

“Sometimes, when I watch the fire burn in the forge,” Una continued, “I imagine what it would be like to be immortal, to hold no fear of death. To dance and burn for an endless era. And I think how dull such an existence would be. That one would do anything to feel the sharp edge of life again.”

But he had always desired to prove himself worthy of the Tamerlaines. To be wanted, to feel as if he belonged. Music had once given that to him. A home, a purpose.

for sometimes love was like dust in the eyes, a hindrance when it came to seeing truth.

But now I realize that it is better to live, to feel and have a clean break than be half-dead and cold, cracked from resentment.”

That you and I will stay bound together by that which is nameless and runs deeper than vows, until the very end, when the isle takes my bones into the ground and my name is nothing but memory carved into a headstone.”

I am but a verse inspired by your chorus, and I will follow you until the end, when the isle takes my bones and my name is nothing more than a remembrance on a headstone, next to yours.”