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A story of scorned witches, sinister curses, and resurrection, The Bone Witch is the start of a dark fantasy trilogy.
When Tea accidentally resurrects her brother, Fox, from the dead, she learns she is different from the other witches in her family. Her gift for necromancy means that she’s a bone witch, a title that makes her feared and ostracized by her community. But Tea finds solace and guidance with an older, wiser bone witch, who takes Tea and her brother to another land for training.
In her new home, Tea puts all her energy into becoming an asha—one who can wield elemental magic. But dark forces are approaching quickly, and in the face of danger, Tea will have to overcome her obstacles…and make a powerful choice.
The Bone Witch Trilogy:
The Bone Witch (Book 1)
The Heart Forger (Book 2)
The Shadowglass (Book 3)
411 pages, Hardcover
First published March 7, 2017
When it raised its head, I saw that it had my brother’s face, drawn and bloodless and dead.Oh hey! Remember me? I used to review YA books but stopped for a long ass time because I got burned out from reading boring/shitty ones. This book is the first new release YA I've read in what feels forever, because, well, hello? NECROMANCY! WHOO! Unfortunately, the book that brought about my return to reviewing and YA wasn't the most amazing one.
“Tea,” the figure said.
But then it smiled, and it was Fox’s smile, quiet and kind.
These rumors sprouted up like bindweed along the edges of the kingdom and gorged themselves on whispers and fears. They told of daeva—strange and terrible monsters, maimed creatures assembled from scale-slicked bodies and yellowed fangs and spined limbs and horns.Our heroine, Tea, lives in world full of witches. Her sisters are traditional witches, specializing in things like Forest and Water. Tea's power is unknown, but it turned out that she is a necromancer - one who can bring back the dead from the living, when she unwittingly wakes her dead brother from his coffin.
Tea, a young girl in a poor village, comes from a family of witches.![]()
When people cut us, we are expected to do only two things: smile and bleed.
We can endure any amount of sadness for the people we love.Tea is a bone witch - part of a dying clan. She finds a mentor who is willing to train Tea to become an asha (master of her craft).
Sometimes it is good to remind ourselves how bitterness tastes.But the road to becoming an asha is long, and fraught with peril.
There is no greater strength than the ability to understand and accept your own flaws.Chupeco's writing is simply enchanting. Who knew I could fall so hard for a necromancy book??
“There is no greater strength than the ability to understand and accept your own flaws.”
“We can endure any amount of sadness, for the people we love.”
“Then perhaps we should carve a world one day where the strength lies in who you are, rather than in what they expect you to be.”
“But when you are younger and know no better, an infatuation can lead all the world to burn.”
What other reprimands he intended died on his tongue when the ground began to move. A terrible rumbling and heaving began underneath us, beneath the fresh dirt that made up Fox's grave. There was a muffled splintering inside that small mound, like something within the coffin had escaped it's confinement. As we watched, a cold, gray hand rose up, scratching and stretching, and gripped the tufts of weeds growing close to the grave. The strange being lifted itself out of its earthly prison with little difficulty and brushed the dirt off its tall, thin form. My mother fainted.
When it raised its head, I saw that it had my brother's face, drawn and bloodless and dead.
"Tea," the figure said.
But then it smiled, and it was Fox's smile, quiet and kind.
It was true that I was born at the height of an eclipse, when the sky closed its only moon eye too wink back at the world, like my arrival was a private joke between old friends. Or perhaps the moon read my fate in the stars and hid, unwilling to bear witness to my birth. It is the kind of cataclysm people associate with bone witches. But surely normal children have been born under this cover of night, when the light refused to shine, and went on live perfectly normal lives?
"My asha sister Altaecia was a lot like my sister Rose. She was round and quiet and keen on gardening. She was also Ankyo's foremost expert on herbs and medicine and was a consultant to many Apothecaries operating in Ankyo. She made the best dizi I had ever tasted, and her ghormeh sabzi could silence even Polaire. Unsuprsingly, her ingredients were always fresh, and she was in the know with most of the vendors in the marketplace, so that her roasted lamb, seasoned and cooked for three hours to perfection, went unbelievably well with her sautéd kale, chickpeas and parsley stew, along with anything else she chose to cook."
“She wore a beautiful hua of a deep coral that made an elegant contrast against her dark skin. Blue-green bamboo swayed against swirling, silver cloud patterns on the rich cloth, and she had on a gray waist wrap with embroidered sparrows set in gold.”
"This is death magic, complicated and exclusive and implacable, and from the start, I wielded it with ease."