The Hexologists (The Hexologists, #1)

by Josiah Bancroft

“Well, you can’t spell ‘necromance’ without ‘romance,’ I suppose.”

“I never let myself forget what a privilege it is to have someone I love to share my life with. We bear it all together—the beauty, the difficulties, the cumbersome things that you never asked to carry but life lays upon your shoulders anyway.

“War, I loved you right through that rug, past the floorboards, into the basement, under the foundation, straight down to the center of the earth. And I hope to see all of those things wear away as we grow old and our love stays young.