Soul of a Witch (Souls Trilogy, #3)

by Harley Laroux

She was no dragon, no fire-breathing monster. She was a phoenix, as graceful as the dawn, as soft as she was clever, as gentle as she was determined.

You can kill a God.”

created them,” he said simply. “Magic is simply influencing the chemical compounds around you, nudging the atoms to do what you want. Influencing aether takes practice and time. But I’ve had a lot of time.” “Teach me how,” I said suddenly.

“I could not own you any more than one can own the ocean, or a storm, or a forest fire. Those are not things one owns; their beauty and power cannot be claimed in such a way. But they can be chased. And they can be worshiped.”

“You are far more powerful than you have ever been allowed to believe.”