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The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy (Dearly Beloathed, #2) The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy by Brigitte Knightley
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“Love is the beginning and end of grief.”
Brigitte Knightley, The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy
“It would never have been too late,” he said. “I love you. I would have loved you in defiance of your rejection”
Brigitte Knightley, The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy
“The healer in the arms of a killer, the sinner entangled with the saint.”
Brigitte Knightley, The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy
“He had been right: neither of them was destined for an ordinary sort of love.”
Brigitte Knightley, The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy
“Hands should have other hands to hold. I want them to be yours.”
Brigitte Knightley, The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy
“Hope was the colour of the blush across Fairhrim’s cheeks.”
Brigitte Knightley, The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy
“They teetered at the edge of the water. The fall was a half-step away. Everything was precarious – the moment, the threshold, the balance. They were split. Irresolute. Harrowed. They wanted. They shouldn’t. It was madness. It was the purest sanity. It would be an end. It could be a beginning.”
Brigitte Knightley, The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy
“Then he could be with her for another five, ten, twenty moons. For all the moons he had left.”
Brigitte Knightley, The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy
“Osric had told Fairhrim she was a safe flirt. Foolproof, he'd said. He wasn't certain about the foolproof bit: he was too much of a fool.”
Brigitte Knightley, The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy
“Colours in their many millions gleamed around them. They stood in a rainbow.”
Brigitte Knightley, The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy
“I was stupid enough to trust you. I will never make that mistake again.”
Brigitte Knightley, The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy
“She smiled a smile that made his soul irrevocably hers.”
Brigitte Knightley, The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy