The Witch Collector (Witch Walker #1)

by Charissa Weaks

At least the last thing I will ever lay my eyes upon in this long life is a powerful woman of both beauty and fury. A soul delicate yet wild and so deeply moving—even if she does wish me dead.

I am salvation and damnation. There cannot be one without the other.

“Fulmanesh, iyuma tu lima, opressa volz nomio, retam tu shahl.” Fire of my heart, come that I may see you, warm my weary bones, be my place of rest.