The Burning Witch 3: A Humorous Romantic Fantasy

I’ll admit, I went into *The Burning Witch 3* skeptical—how many times can a witch accidentally set something on fire before it gets old? Turns out, *a lot*, if the writing is this sharp. Delemhach has a knack for balancing high-stakes magic with dialogue that feels ripped from a screwball comedy. The plot barrels forward with a mix of heist-energy shenanigans and slow-burn romantic tension, but what really sold me was how the humor *serves* the story. The jokes aren’t just asides; they’re character beats, revealing insecurities or defusing (or igniting) conflict. That said, the middle act drags slightly—there’s a subplot involving a sentient grimoire that, while hilarious, feels like it overstays its welcome by about 20 minutes. Matthew Wolf’s narration is a masterclass in tonal whiplash, and I mean that as a compliment. One minute he’s deadpan-delivering a witch’s rant about ‘the patriarchy of potion ingredients,’ the next he’s growling out a love interest’s threat with enough heat to melt the audiobook’s metadata. His character voices are distinct without veering into caricature, though I’ll dock half a point for his female leads occasionally slipping into the same ‘sassy witch’ cadence. The production quality is flawless—no awkward edits or volume spikes—but the real star is how Wolf sells the *emotional* beats. When the climax hits (and it *hits*), you’ll forget you’re listening to a guy in a booth and not a full-cast drama. If you love fantasy that doesn’t take itself too seriously but still packs a punch, this is your next binge-listen. Just maybe don’t operate heavy machinery while laughing.