A Spell for Heartsickness (The Rune Tithe #1)

by Alistair Reeves

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.

The light of a dead star and the brittle brightness of Rowan’s smile were the same.

He was the sort you could sit under when you needed rest, the sort to shade you from the sun, to bear fruit when you were hungry.