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.

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

Being a witch is nothing to be proud of, they would tell them. 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.

Heavy was the head that wore the crown, though many coveted the weighty circlet.

she found me lacking. The feeling was mutual.

Arron’s silver, slitted eyes narrowed at her. “You hunt?” “I do now,” she sassed with a quirked brow that dared him to question her again.

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.