The Bound Witch (The Osseous Chronicles, #3)

by Ivy Asher

In a normal world, there’s no stealing someone’s loss and grief. No matter how much you may want to shoulder that burden for someone else, it’s impossible,

My inner cave woman rears her matted head and grunts in approval. My ancient warrior ancestors bang weapons against shields, and I go all doe eyed and swoony. He was going to go to war for me. I’d died and he was going to burn it all to the ground, fed up and ready to dish out some much deserved retribution. Well, if that isn’t the most romantic damn thing.

Rogan stares at me, and the atmosphere grows heavy again. “I would never hurt your family, Lennox. And I want you to know that I will never hurt you again. We have a lot to figure out, and I know I have a lot to make up for, but I want to be very clear that I will do everything in my power to protect you and the people you love.” “And you’ll keep me in the loop?” I press. “No more making decisions without me or living that it’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission life.”

don’t most magic users know that the ruling class is corrupt, like don’t those things normally go hand in hand in all civilizations? I don’t exactly see an angry uprising about it, so…”

I feel this way about most government. We all know how corrupt most of them are, but what can we or are we doing about it?

It’s nice to know that sometimes good does prevail over evil, even though it can be hard to see evidence of that in the world we live in today.

“I am not the dumping ground for your frustration and anger. Figure out a better way,”

I need to memorize this when my husband gets this way

I’m taken aback by the immediate apology. The Rogan I know usually takes longer to realize he’s being an asshole. Typically, he storms off, needs to brood for a while, followed by some light pouting around, and then maybe he’ll own his shit and say sorry.

This sounds kind of like ME

“There is no such thing as spending too much time at a bookstore.

Rogan kisses me fiercely, and I claim his mouth right back. Pleasure slams through me, both mine and his, and it’s all so incredibly overwhelming that we both scream out at the same time as ecstasy wraps around us. We come so hard that all we see is light, all we feel is each other, and all we are is this...just like we were always meant to be.

I discovered that love truly is the greatest magic of all.