“She stopped when she felt what she was searching for, a thin pulse. What she called The Letting Go. It was coming from a bucket of irises and although their pulse was thready, they would still be sellable for a week at least. She searched for other flowers needing her attention.”
The Enchanted One by Lora Deeprose pg.41
“Opening the door on the lower shelf, she pulled out a nondescript book. She lifted the cover to reveal a small square compartment hollowed out in the false pages and pulled out a tiny gold key.”
The Enchanted One by Lora Deeprose pg.39
“The moment before the comforting cocoon of sleep dissolved and reality reasserted itself, Lizzie floated in nothingness. There was no pain or disappointment, only an awareness of being connected to everything and nothing at the same time.”
The Enchanted One by Lora Deeprose pg.33
“… she glanced around the room. There was no feeling of Ian in the bedroom, no poignant echos of whispered affection, no memories of nights spent in intimate comfort.”
The Enchanted One by Lora Deeprose pg. 30
Lora Deeprose 