The Bone Witch (The Osseous Chronicles, #1)

by Ivy Asher

First, immediately seal them to you or risk them falling into the wrong hands and damaging our line of magic to infinity and beyond. Second, bind a familiar to help protect and stabilize any and all abilities that will show up over time. Third...shit, what was the third thing? I tick off the numbers on my hand over and over as I will my mind to deliver the information I know it has stored somewhere inside of its tangled recesses. Third...add a bone to the pouch that represents me and my reign. Relief fills me as I remember that step, and then I cringe as understanding sinks in. Yikes, where am I supposed to find a bone to do that? Does it have to be a human bone, or can I hit up my local fried chicken joint, eat a drumstick and call it a day? My stomach rumbles hungrily at the thought, but I dismiss it and focus on the last major task I need to tackle. Fourth, take over the shop and guide anyone the magic chooses.

It’s always the pretty ones you have to look out for,

seethe. “I’m going to kill you and grind your bones to dust. Then I’ll curse them so that you come back every week just so I can kill you again.

“I said what happens to my bones happens to yours, not the other way around. I bound you to me, not me to you.

Isn’t that just like a man?

“May your line walk with the honor and steadfastness that you showed here today. And as long as they do, the magic of this line will guide and protect them from their first breath to their last. May this blessing and promise be woven into your very bones, and with it, feel my unending gratitude and regard.”

One can never have too many undergarments on a mystery trip

size is important; it’s not everything,”

I’d take your coffee machine as a parting gift for all the shit you’ve put me through, but she hates me already,”

“Don’t cast the truth aside just because you don’t understand how it works,”