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.

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.

Linden spoke with the conviction of a lie told so many times it had become ideology, a belief held to so firmly because to accept the reality would be to see himself for the first time, and to loathe what he saw.