In the Company of Witches (Evenfall Witches B&B, #1)

by Auralee Wallace

Besides, this was very cozy, the three of us listening to the wind whistle outside while the firelight danced over the dark honeyed walls of the parlor. It was a nice moment.

I used to love the beginning of the fall semester. The smell of new books. The start of sweater season. The crisp fall air so ripe with possibility!”

“When does fall’s promise, slip from light into shadow, shortening the days?” “Beautiful. Keep going.” “This is one of my favorites. I have tasted fall, it is a warm cup of tea, too quickly it cools.”

Now, Nora, first and foremost, was a garden witch. She understood plants; not just how to grow them, but what they could be used for. She had a deep connection with nature and loved trees more than she loved most people.

For as long as I could remember, I’d had the ability to see and talk with ghosts just like I would anyone else.

Brynn, sometimes the sun lifts you up, sometimes the clouds bring you down, but if you’re a smart witch, you’ll ignore all that and ride the wind.

there was something a bit magical about the silence of a room filled with books.

I guess it’s good to be a little scared every now and then? Lets you know you’re alive.”

I had so many things I needed to do, but feeding the cat breakfast definitely came first.

That was the thing about grief I had come to know so well. It was always too much. The loss always too big. The pain always takes up too much space. It takes all the room you have until there is nothing left, and then it takes even more.