“As a girl, she’d lived on folktales. They were the water to her family’s roots, and she’d grown up on stories of bargains and broken hearts. Even Dad’s stories often ended in tragedy. When she was young, Eva thought it terribly romantic to love what you were destined to lose. Now she called bullshit. It was easy to say that you’d die for someone, but what Eva really wanted was the kind of love that stood its ground when things got difficult, the kind of love that chose to live. For years, she’d fed her anger to survive, picturing her heart like a garden made to wither in the cold, and she’d blamed Arthur for killing the part of her that had believed in their story. But his touch awakened something in her again. As Arthur moaned into the skin of her neck, pressing his lips to her body and making goose bumps erupt down her arms, Eva wondered if maybe she’d been wrong all this time. Gardens never really die, after all. Seeds lie dormant, and soil goes fallow, all in the faith that one day, when the conditions are right, it will bloom again.” HeartGardenRenewalYoung Adult RomanceRomantasyFolktales Book:Honey in Her Veins Source: Honey in Her Veins
“He always said that just as scion cuts were grafted onto a damaged tree to preserve it, people sometimes came into your life who changed you forever, and healed you in ways you couldn’t anticipate.” HealingForgivenessRenewalSecond Chance Book:Honey in Her Veins Source: Honey in Her Veins