Divine Rivals (Letters of Enchantment, #1)

by Rebecca Ross

“I don’t want to wake up when I’m seventy-four only to realize I haven’t lived.”

I don’t think you realize how strong you are, because sometimes strength isn’t swords and steel and fire, as we

are so often made to believe. Sometimes it’s found in quiet, gentle places. The way you hold someone’s hand as they grieve. The way you listen to others. The way you show up, day after day, even when you are weary or afraid or simply uncertain.