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My Beautiful Enemy (The Heart of Blade Duology, #2) My Beautiful Enemy by Sherry Thomas
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“He took a strand of hair that had fallen loose from her chignon between his fingers. The gesture shocked her, not because his self-control seemed to have snapped, but the exact opposite - it felt like a deliberate choice on his part.”
Sherry Thomas, My Beautiful Enemy
My beloved,
I write to you from Rawalpindi, with the help of a Turkic-speaking imam, a kind man with a twinkle in his eyes and a soft spot for lovers. Now two years after I left Chinese Turkestan, I am about to embark on a solo journey there to find you, and my heart shakes with both hope and dread.
If I do not find you, then I will leave this letter in our cave, and pray that God willing, someday, as you ride by, you will be moved by an inexplicable urge to see the place where we had been so happy.
I was a fool to leave. If you can forgive me, please come and find me in Rawalpindi. Ask for Arvand the gem dealer at the British garrison, and they will know where to direct you.
I enclose a bar of chocolate, a packet of tea from Darjeeling, and all my fervent wishes for your well-being and happiness.
The one who loves you, always

Sherry Thomas, My Beautiful Enemy
“Some things are not meant to be, Leighton Atwood had said the night before. But if they were not meant to be, then why did the forces of destiny keep bringing them together?”
Sherry Thomas, My Beautiful Enemy
“As a youth, I listened to the rain from the bowers of pleasure houses,
Red silk drapes translucent in the glow of candlelight.
In my prime, I listened to the rain as a traveler,
The sky low, the river broad, the calls of the wild geese harsh and cold.
Now, grey at the temples, I listen to the rain beneath the eaves of an abandoned cloister.
Has mine been a futile life?
I have no answers, only the sound of raindrops upon worn stone steps,
And long hours yet to pass before the light of dawn.”
Sherry Thomas, My Beautiful Enemy
tags: life, poem, rain
“I don’t put up with your thorns. I like them.”
Sherry Thomas, My Beautiful Enemy
tags: love
“He liked seeing the world through her eyes. The night, to him, was rather ordinary, overlaid with London's crowded odors and a damp that promised a deeply unlovely fog in the near future. But she preferred to consider the commonest patch of grass and the most unremarkable clump of trees worthy of a Constable canvas - in which case this night could very well have graced the ceiling of a great cathedral.”
Sherry Thomas, My Beautiful Enemy
“Did you ever find yourself considering matters from the Chinese point of view?'
'It would be strange if I never did, wouldn't it? Everyone should be able to consider matters form someone else's perspective.”
Sherry Thomas, My Beautiful Enemy
“Amah would not have approved of her meekly standing aside, twisting her hands as if she had no more resources than those girls who hung themselves without first exacting any retribution from their heartless lovers.
He would not get away with it.
She walked, like an automaton, to her horse. Her fingers dug out the jar of salve, but left behind the pilules that must be taken while one used the salve. He was already mounted when she approached him.
A quartet of birds trilled raucously as she presented the jar to him. Perhaps they were trying to warn him. Or her.
'Here, a parting gift,' she said softly.”
Sherry Thomas, My Beautiful Enemy
“If all I have to do is remain awake to be considered romantic, than I can promise you a great deal of romance in our marriage.”
Sherry Thomas, My Beautiful Enemy
“Leighton was used to letting women talk. Whether by temperament or by the requirement to be amiable, women talked, their speech the unguent that greased the gears of polite society.”
Sherry Thomas, My Beautiful Enemy
“And Tomlinson found this in the Times right before I left to come here.” Windham”
Sherry Thomas, My Beautiful Enemy
“The man should be dead. He had been beheaded years ago, hadn’t he? She wiped the rain from her eyes. But he was still there, the murderer of her child. He was still there.”
Sherry Thomas, My Beautiful Enemy