The Witch Collector (Witch Walker #1)

by Charissa Weaks

Mother used to say that grief always strikes when we least expect it, and that we rarely realize how those we love inhabit even the most seemingly inconsequential parts of our lives. It’s in those moments that the pain of their absence strikes so much deeper, because the time we took for granted suddenly shines in sharp relief.

She called me impulsive, impatient, and imaginative, a restless being who needs freedom to flourish and love to thrive.

There is no love without fear, but no one told me that fear feasts on those with something to lose.