A Spell for Heartsickness (The Rune Tithe #1)

by Alistair Reeves

Everything always cost more when you had less. The injustice of it stung in older, more grievous wounds.

“He’s a face for scaring children, but he wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

Rowan’s heart was a hearth, the circle of his arms a home, and Briar felt sick with the longing to stay there forever. He realized, with a drop in his stomach, that he was falling in love.

Don’t work so hard, it will worsen your symptoms. How could he afford to survive if he didn’t work?

“I see you’re still sharp as a tack with some things and thick as a plank with others.

Briar watched him go with the sense that he’d just lost something perfect he didn’t know had been his to claim.

waited for it to cool. They needed a shower,