Spells of Iron & Bone (Tarot Academy, #1)

by Sarah Piper

There’s nothing the universe loves more than a chance to show us how truly breakable we really are.

I still wake up every morning to the suffocating press of grief on my heart. As far as I can tell, the only thing time does is march onward; all that’s left for the living to do is try not to get trampled beneath it.

I blink back tears, refocusing on my task. I’m better at that now—coming back before grief takes hold.

I didn’t speak for three months after—not even to tell Search and Rescue what’d happened. Everyone thought it was the shock, or some survivor’s guilt thing, but they were all wrong. I was just afraid that if I opened my mouth, grief would reach a hand inside and stop my heart.

There’s no problem a proper cup of tea can’t fix.