Divine Rivals (Letters of Enchantment, #1)

by Rebecca Ross

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.

Keep writing. You will find the words you need to share. They are already within you, even in the shadows, hiding like jewels.

He didn’t want to live in a world without her and her words.

It’s not a crime to feel joy, even when things seem hopeless.

“Iris,” said Roman, “you are worthy of love. You are worthy to feel joy right now, even in the darkness.

Even when the world seems to stop, threatening to crumble, and the hour feels dark as the siren rings … it isn’t a crime to feel joy.

“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.”