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- The Fragrant Month of May: Folklore, Poetry & More by Amanda Bergloff
or jump over embers for luck, and cattle would be made to jump over small bonfires to protect their milk The celebration is also rooted in agriculture since springtime festivities, filled with song and dance A cold May is kindly and fills the barn finely.
- Review by Madeline Mertz: Book of Night by Holly Black
As secrets come to light and shadows fill every alley, it appears that her boring boyfriend is absolutely
- Throwback Thursday: Poison Apple, By Marsheila Rockwell
This wasn’t the first time the witch had tried to kill her, and it wouldn’t be the last, and one of these cellar, she served them vegetable soup, acorn flour bread with goat butter, and mugs of that same goat’s milk
- Throwback Thursday: Windy Season, by Eve Morton
The house was already filled with life. Before that, a stray cat, a calf, and a fox that her father had accidentally killed.
- Aren’t They Beautiful?
Also, and this is very exciting, Lissa will be giving away a swag box filled with Glass and Feathers
- Review by Kelly Jarvis: My Lady Witch And Other Wondrous Tales by R. Max Gibson
Little Bertina , a motherless child with a cruel stepbrother uses trickery to save herself, and in The Hill
- Review by Kelly Jarvis: The Thinking Woman's Guide to Real Magic by Emily Croy Barker
between urban and high fantasy, one that makes readers see the mundane world of the everyday as a place filled
- Cinderella's Hearth: Apple Crumble by Lissa Sloan
I get Bird’s Custard Powder at World Market and find it’s best made up with whole milk and a little more
- Cinderella's Hearth: Christmas Pudding by Lissa Sloan
Fill the pan ¾ with water. Bring to the boil, turn to low and steam 12-16 hours with the lid on. Image credits: John Everett Millais and Arthur Rackham
- Practical Jack by James Dodds
With Seven League Boots, you travel twenty-one miles with each step. Who knows where you’ll end up! A roar filled his ears. Rushing wind—the last thing I’ll ever hear. Men kill for it. I have no wish to die defending something I never wanted in the first place.
- Throwback Thursday: Wolf at the Door by D. Avery
The snow thickened and fell faster, filling his tracks behind him. Searching was futile. The morning sun brushed the forested hills across the lake as the girl embraced her father and stepmother
- Review by Kelly Jarvis: A Circle of Uncommon Witches by Paige Crutcher
If you enjoy witchy stories filled will full-fledged magic like Paige Crutcher’s What Became of Magic










