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1 " He tore his gaze from the door to eye the medallion at his chest, black and dull, sharply offset by the gold around it and along the chain. She was losing this war, he thought, feeling the dullness of Eleanor Black’s dread swarming against his dead heart where the medallion fell. She was losing it and it did not matter who won: We would cease to be no matter the outcome. "
― S.C. Parris , The Phoenixes of the Nest
2 " She smiled, and his dead heart warmed. One smile would never be enough. "
― Lisa Kessler , Magnolia Mystic (Sentinels of Savannah, #1)
