Divine Rivals (Letters of Enchantment, #1)

by Rebecca Ross

Perhaps it begins with one person. Someone you trust. You remove a piece of armor for them; you let the light stream in, even if it makes you wince. Perhaps that is how you learn to be soft yet strong, even in fear and uncertainty. One person, one piece of steel.

Words that will mean something to someone else, as if I’ve cast a line into the dark and felt a tug in the distance.

Your grief will never fully fade; it will always be with you—a shadow you carry in your soul—but it will become fainter as your life becomes brighter.