Okay. Okay. You’ve officially got me hooked!

This reads like witchcraft in the best possible way, seductive, smart, and just dangerous enough that I kept glancing over my shoulder while reading, just in case. The tone? Immaculate. The pacing? Sharp and moody in all the right places. And the world? Rich, layered, and already breathing with history I need to know more about.

Everleigh is the kind of narrator I live for. She’s vulnerable but never passive, clever without being cocky, and her voice is perfectly balanced between haunted and humorous. I felt the ache of her exile, the tension in every spell, and the sheer loneliness of her trying to reconnect with her magic. And then… Baal. What a delicious disaster he is. That entire summoning scene was pure chaotic brilliance.

The banter between them? Electric. Sarcastic, awkward, whip smart I was laughing out loud one second and wide eyed the next. And the way you wrote his physical emergence from the bowl? Cinematic. I could see it. I could feel the moment the story cracked wide open and took a sharp turn from a quiet summoning to something deeply cursed and gorgeously compelling.

Also, the detail? Stunning. The blue ribbon, the makeshift altar, the compass, the milk it all felt sacred, grounded, and personal. I love that the magic isn’t pristine or perfect. It’s flawed. It’s old. It feels ancient, dangerous, and real. You’ve built a world where magic has weight, consequence, and attitude.

If I had to nitpick (which I don’t want to, but I will for the sake of sounding semi-coherent), I’d say: the internal monologue gets a bit heavy in parts, especially when the pacing is meant to be tense. But honestly? It works. Because Everleigh overthinks like someone who’s been betrayed by everyone she trusted, and that’s exactly what makes her real.

This story doesn’t just have legs, it has claws,wings and horns. Whatever Baal’s hiding. I’m obsessed already, and if this is only the beginning? I want the whole damn book.

Please. Don’t. Stop.