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.

“We’ve arranged a marriage between you and Miss Little,”

predicted

“It feels like wearing shoes that are too small,” she whispered. “With every step, you notice it. It feels like blisters on your heels. It feels like a lump of ice in your chest that never melts, and you can only sleep a few hours at a time, because you’re always wondering where they are and those worries seep into your dreams. If they’re alive, or wounded, or sick. Some days you wish that you could take their place, no matter the cost. Just so you can have the peace of knowing their fate.”

She has to survive this, Roman thought. He didn’t want to live in a world without her and her words.

She and Roman would survive this war. They would have the chance to grow old together, year by year.

“If you die in this trench,” Iris said, “then I die with you. Do you understand? If you choose to simply sit here, I’ll have no choice but to drag you until Dacre arrives. Now, come on.”

“Yes.” Roman traced the corner of her mouth with his fingertip. “Let’s work together.”

why did this quote bring me so much pleasure??

“I’m telling you that Roman Carver Kitt is in the garden, waiting to marry you.”