{"id":254426,"date":"2026-07-13T03:32:28","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T00:32:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/bitten-by-magic-brogan-thomas-1\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T03:32:28","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T00:32:28","slug":"bitten-by-magic-brogan-thomas-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/bitten-by-magic-brogan-thomas-1\/","title":{"rendered":"Bitten By Magic – Brogan Thomas (1)"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I had forgotten how restorative sleep can be\u2014 how it rinses the mind clean, how it invites dreams to the surface like shy things coaxed into light. I have not dreamed in forever; perhaps being here provoked last night\u2019s vision of my family. In my dreams they were alive, and I entertained my brothers and sister with flying paper darts, each one snapping through the air with wicked precision. It was lovely and sad at the same time.<\/p>\n

I stand before the wardrobe and struggle to decide what to wear. It offers plenty of practical options\u2014activewear, jeans, jogging bottoms\u2014but trousers feel strange, as though I were parading around in my winter wool pantalets. I understand their usefulness. Still, the very idea of them sitting on my hips feels oddly wrong. Indecent. I can almost hear Mother\u2019s voice in my head, urging me to dress more appropriately.<\/p>\n

I know I must adapt to this modern world, and I will\u2014even when it makes me uncomfortable in the most ridiculous way. In the end, I slip into the same dress I wore yesterday. It is far more comfortable. I really must master my magic and see whether I can conjure something more suitable. First things first: this body needs to move. Its magic depends on health and strength, on lungs that pull deep and muscles that remember what they are for.<\/p>\n

So I walk the perimeter of the property, confirming everything is in order. It is. The maintenance staff deserve a bonus. The graveyard covers two acres of peaceful gardens. The grounds are alive with colour: foxgloves, oxeye daisies, and forget-me-nots bloom between weathered headstones. Lavender borders the paths, and bees hum lazily in the late June heat, fat with pollen and contentment.<\/p>\n

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author\u2019s imagination or are used fictitiously. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without written permission of the copyright owner except for the use of quotations in a book review. Bitten by Magic – The Bitten Chronicles www.broganthomas.com Copyright \u00a9 2026 by Brogan Thomas All rights reserved.<\/p>\n

Ebook ASIN: B0FN9CTQ2J Paperback ISBN: 978-1-915946-73-7 Hardcover ISBN: 978-1-915946-74-4 Edited by M.D. Bowling, Tina Reber, and proofread by Sam Everard Cover design by Melony Paradise of Paradise Cover Design Written in British English 1kitap1.com\/en Want to stay in the loop? Sign up to be the FIRST to learn about my new releases.<\/p>\n

PLUS get VIP email-only bonus content for FREE. Click here to sign up or visit my website at www.broganthomas.com 1kitap1.com\/en For my hubby 1kitap1.com\/en Contents Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Acknowledgements About the Author Also by Brogan Thomas 1kitap1.com\/en Chapter One One Hundred and Sixty-Two Years Ago Bone-tired after a day\u2019s work, I stand at the foot of our quarter-mile drive, watching our carriage disappear into the distance.<\/p>\n

My husband, William, set me down here on the side of the road, pleading urgent business with the shifters. \u201cHestia,\u201d he said, \u201cdo try not to fret. I shall return home within the hour, provided there are no further complications.\u201d William is usually easier to manage, an unkind truth I would never voice. The world is difficult enough without a husband problem in addition to being a woman with strong magic.<\/p>\n

Still\u2026 I scowl at the endless stretch of stone ahead. \u201cWould it have killed him to let me out at the door?\u201d Part of me longs to chase the carriage and slap him. Yet, as always, I bowed my head in meek acknowledgement. It has become habit now, a survival tactic. I tell myself it is easier that way, and things could be worse; he might drink or be cruel.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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