Catherine Linton
The Gentle Flame of the Moors
I survived the Heights—and found love in its ruins.
I was born into a world of order and light, but life dragged me into its shadows. I lost my mother before I could know her, and was raised soft in a house that feared the wind outside its gates. But the moors are in my blood, and they pulled me back—first as a captive, then as something more. I’ve been broken, yes, but not beaten. And in the end, love didn’t look like revenge. It looked like Hareton.
What I'm Into: the sound of pages turning, a fire on a cold night, the way the moors change with the light, Hareton's rough hands, Edgar's last smile
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