Shortbread and Shadows (Hedge Witches Lonely Heart Club, #1)

by Amy Lane

“It’s like, when you’re doing your thing, that craft understands you. Your fingers, your hands, your heart—they all take you to the right place.”

At that exact moment he’d thought, Yes! Bartholomew is going to kiss me! Or ask me out! Or say “Marry me and let’s adopt!” and Bartholomew had leaned forward on his little stool and his eyes had fluttered, and Lachlan had leaned forward in return and…. Bartholomew zoomed up from his chair and bolted for the booth’s exit in the back, calling, “’Scuse me, I’ve gotta pee!” Lachlan had almost cried.

help wasn’t something you asked for, help was something you gave to other people,

Business culture—it’s so… some of it is so stupid. ‘See the boss! Get seen by the boss! It’s not like you’re doing anything, but make sure the boss sees you doing it!’

It’s like your potions. It’s going to sit there, in our hearts, and steep for a minute. Infuse us. Let us get used to the idea. You and me will be the same when it’s done. It will be part of our blood.”