A Spell for Heartsickness (The Rune Tithe #1)

by Alistair Reeves

Niamh knelt in front of him with a humbling amount of grace for her age. She held a piece of charcoal. “Fortitude,” she said, and drew a symbol on her arm. She clasped Briar’s hand, and the sharp pains turning his vision white shrank away.

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