Divine Rivals (Letters of Enchantment, #1)

by Rebecca Ross

Cold fog had settled over the depot like a burial shroud, and Iris Winnow thought the weather couldn’t have been better.

Endings were often found in beginnings, and she began to type what she knew.

I hate you for leaving me like this.

I wish you would be a coward for me,

How do you make your life your own and not feel guilt over it?

I love the words I write until I soon realize how much I hate them, as if I am destined to always be at war within myself.

And I’m not afraid to be alone, but I’m tired of being the one left behind.

Are you going to let your father write your story, or will you?”

The days to come will only grow darker. And when you find something good? You hold on to it.

Let us make our names exactly what we want them to be.

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.

He thought about who he wanted to be now that her hand was in his.