The Ancient Magus' Bride, Vol. 1 by Kore Yamazaki and Adrienne Beck

Hatori Chise has lived a life full of neglect and abuse, devoid of anything resembling love. Far from the warmth of family, she has had her share of troubles and pitfalls. Just when all hope seems lost, a fateful encounter awaits her. When a man with the head of a beast, wielding strange powers, obtains her through a slave auction, Chise's life will never be the same again.

I like it. I picked it up on a whim. I can't wait to read the next one.

Really great stuff. I already watch some of the anime but wanted to read the manga it was based on and it did not disappoint. Very strong start.

This manga is the first in a series, called “The Ancient Magus' Bride” by Kore Yamazaki. This manga is quite interesting, it is about an orphan named Chise, who is sold to a mage named Elias. With her sale as a ‘slave' to Elias, she starts to learn the truth about the world, she lives in, which is filled with magic, fairies and other magical beings in the world.

This manga is very interesting, and strange, but I really enjoyed the type of magical and magical creatures that were introduced in the manga. I also liked the fact that there is alchemy and alchemists in this word alongside the mages. I gave this manga a 5/5 Stars. I really enjoyed the art and the story.

What an utterly charming read. As I was farting around at B&N, I saw a review in OtakuUSA, in which they recommended this manga. I just so happened to have pulled it off the shelf to read that very same evening. It was kismet. So far, Chise, the human, is a blank slate. She's an orphan sold to a skull-headed magus. He's a fairly decent, if ditzy, sort who wants her for both his apprentice and, apparently, his bride. And misadventures ensue.

The art is quite lovely, and the world is well constructed. Yamazaki's magic in the story is interesting and seems to be thought out well. The characters are utterly delightful. The adventures are engaging. From London witches who make magical implements to dragons in Iceland, to the Molly the King of Cats, everything was just absurdly, engagingly charming. And I even cried.