Divine Rivals (Letters of Enchantment, #1)

by Rebecca Ross

I hate you, and yet I love you even more, because you are brave and full of a light that I don’t think I will ever find or understand. The call to fight for something so fervently that death holds no sting over you.

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

they are people so full of bravery and hope and determination it makes you hold a mirror to your own self when you’re alone.

I am so afraid. And yet how I long to be vulnerable and brave when it comes to my own heart.

I grew something living in a season of death.

“I pray that my days will be long at your side. Let me fill and satisfy every longing in your soul. May your hand be in mine, by sun and by night. Let our breaths twine and our blood become one, until our bones return to dust. Even then, may I find your soul still sworn to mine.”