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Falling in love with you was the simplest thing I’ve done, and I will never unlove you.

I’ve always felt as though she was unreachable from his vantage point at the foot of the mountain over which she reigned. But our secret meetings and the sweet words she writes keep me holding on to the hope of it all. The hope is that she might want to have me, too.

But my home had died, and the memories of him followed me, haunting me, forcing me never to settle down.

“Your home is with me.” “You are my sun,” I declared to him again. “You are my rain.”

Magic can’t physically harm the one that summons it, but there is always a take. Wielding magic was like walking along a balance beam, and if you can’t decide what it takes from you, the Universe will choose for you.

And the sun will never rise for me again.

The sun will set and then rise again. The roses will grow back as thorns. You will love, then love again. Nothing will be lost; rather, it will be reimagined. And you will not be alone.

“Then I’ll stay with you until it no longer burdens you, and every night afterwards.”

There was no such thing as a former King. Either you were a King or just fucking dead.

I can already tell this book is going to ruin me!

“Because it’s impossible to burn something as bright as you, Odin.” 

He was a contradiction. He was in his forties, perhaps, but his hair was as white as a moon’s glow that framed his face, which seemed carved from the very bones of the earth. Youthful, yet otherworldly with veins, dark and spiderwebbed, marred his exposed arms and neck.