Witch Breath: A Grimoire of Spells and Spoken Sorcery from the Witch’s Tongue

WITCH BREATH: A Grimoire of Spells and Spoken Sorcery from the Witch’s Tongue is not a book for the curious. This is not a book for the polite. This is a grimoire for witches who spit their truth into the fire, who speak with the breath of their bones, and who know that a curse can be a kind of prayer. Witch Breath is a living book. A spirit in pages. A flame that listens. Rooted in the magic of Quimbanda and carried on the smoke of the witch’s own breath, it offers not just spells, but a way of speaking to the world. Here, the witch works with fire and dirt and word. Here, she calls Exu not as symbol but as presence. Here, she does not ask for power. She claims it. Across nine chapters and one final breath, you will find workings for love, for wealth, for protection, for destruction, for sovereignty, for home, for wildness. You will learn how to bind, how to banish, how to break and rebuild. You will walk through sorcery that is not borrowed, not softened, not made palatable for strangers. This is magic that answers only to truth. There are no rare ingredients here. No elaborate rituals. This is the spell as it has always been. Spoken from the chest. Cast with the eyes open. Built from the land you stand on and the spirits who walk with you. Every spell is a conversation. Every curse is a reckoning. Every breath is a pact. You will not be the same after this book. Your magic will not be the same. And that is the point. The first spell is your breath. The last breath is your spell. Let the spirits come. Let your voice be fire. Let the witch in you speak.