“She’d always been on the outside of ordinary life, and the one she’d so carefully constructed with her shop had been an illusion too. She’d been marked by birth by her strangeness and her abilities. If the Dark Presence wanted her, perhaps it was because they share something in common–a malevolence cut from the same flawed cloth.”
The Enchanted One by Lora Deeprose pg.243
“. . . she tried to clear her thoughts and figure out what she could do to fix what she’d broken, but nothing came to her. Her sorrow was sharp and brittle like ground glass underneath her skin. There was nothing she could do to change anything.”
The Enchanted One by Lora Deeprose pg.238
“She couldn’t go back to that place in her life, not after what she’d done. The one thing she’d cared about only a few short days ago seemed frivolous and shallow. As she crammed her freezing hands in the pockets of her cardigan to warm them, her fingertips touched something glossy in one of the pockets. Bewildered, she pulled out the brochures she’d pocketed earlier in the day. The one she’d found stuffed between the pages of a paperback.”
The Enchanted One by Lora Deeprose pg.236
“In the early hours of the day, the library was the one room in the shelter that would be empty of people. Because it was situated at the back of the building, the room benefited from a row of clerestory windows. The lemon-coloured light streaming through them hinted that winter was finally giving way to spring. It was bright enough for Lizzie to negotiate through the short stacks of books, so she kept the lights off. The soft lighting and grey shadows suited her mood.”
The Enchanted One by Lora Deeprose pg.227
“She wouldn’t allow herself the release of tears. To feel nothing was far better than allowing her heart to feel her dark despair. Her hand crept to her throat, seeking comfort in the cross around her neck. It felt heavy and cold against her skin.”
The Enchanted One by Lora Deeprose pg.223
“As she ran into Madison’s bedroom, she was hit with the smell of expensive perfumes clogging the air. Shattered glass from several perfume bottles, pots of face cream and jewelry lay strewn across the polished concrete floor where someone had swiped them off the dressing table.”
The Enchanted One by Lora Deeprose pg.209
“Letting out a delighted laugh, she held up the small figurine of a faerie up to the light to examine it more closely. The faerie wore a short pink skirt and was crouched on a lime-green toadstool, her face uplifted. Maria had painted the faerie’s skin a light opalescent blue but the hair and eyes matched Lizzie’s colouring.”
The Enchanted One by Lora Deeprose pg.199
“Vivienne smiled warmly. She reached behind her and snagged her purse from the back of the chair. ‘This may help. It’s a new elixir I’ve been working on for you. Just put six drops into a cup of hot water and take it before bed.’ She handed Lizzie a small amber vial.”
The Enchanted One by Lora Deeprose pg.193
“The little girl looked up to where Lizzie stood on the church steps as her mother struggled to open the door of the nondescript building. The little girl’s eyes widened, a radiant smile spreading across her face. ‘Look, Mama, an angel,’ she said pointing her mittened hand at Lizzie.”
The Enchanted One by Lora Deeprose pg.189
“She had seen it in Madison’s eyes and heard it in her voice whenever Richard had called her-the fear, the panic to smooth things over before annoyance turned to rage. Yes, there was a darkness looming over Madison no magick or charms would protect her from.”
The Enchanted One by Lora Deeprose pg.184
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