When Wishes Bleed (When Wishes Bleed, #1)

by Casey L. Bond

Fate, I knew all too well, was real. He wasn’t an obscure concept of destiny, or a dream of what the future might hold. And he certainly wasn’t luck or a wishing well. He was sentient and very much alive. I was Fate’s daughter, and he lived inside me.

And I was a firm believer that until a line was crossed, there was hope. Fate… felt differently.

The House was bones. A cage of ribs. And the heart it once held had long since decayed.

Fate’s victim fell to the ground an empty heap, naught but flesh and bone.

Witches are dangerous creatures. They weren’t wrong, but they also weren’t right.

Children would ignore their own experiences and feelings if adults pressed them hard enough into the straight and narrow line. It was how prejudice and ignorance were perpetuated through the generations.

Any other witch would cast a love spell on him to make him hers for a time. Furtively, I looked at my herbal supply. I was tragically out of rosehips.

My orders came from Fate alone. I was sure he would have something to say on the matter. But when I whispered for him, he simply laughed, and immediately a sinking feeling filled my stomach.

Skinny jeans were the devil’s creation.

Fate paints what he wants over reality

Tauren had more magic in his person that I had learned in all my years. He was like an undine, luring me into troubled waters and coaxing me to take his hand, only to drag me into the depths, never aware that I was slowly drowning, never caring if I ever tasted the air I desperately needed again.

you and I don’t need fanfare or constant entertainment. We just need one another.”

We had to process death with emotion, and experiencing death, and mourning the loss of someone you loved, was not only inevitable for all of us, it was something that transformed us into a stronger version of ourselves.