The Devil Made Me Brew It (The Witches of Wayward Bay #1)

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The Wayward Bay Town Hall is only a few blocks away, and we take it on foot, happily dodging even more goblin-face children who are as eager for candy as my own party guests are for their multi-colored pills, and now I understand how it all begins, peanut butter cups being the obvious gateway drug.

Inside, the rotunda has been transformed into a veritable All Hallow’s Eve extravaganza, vendors showcasing their wears, children and adults alike begging for candy at every turn, the Pumpkinville Pumpkin Spice Brigade once again doing their civic duty in vomiting up every sort of fall decoration imaginable. Pumpkins and ghosts. Bats and spiders. Cottony cobwebs and spooky flashing lights. Yet somehow, on this night, it all seems to work.

Arm-in-arm, my fairytale princess and I follow the tide of costumed witches and comic book heroes and zombies, from the ring-toss booth to the hot cider booth to the mulled wine booth—much better, that’s more like it. Then, past all the snacks and kids’ games, we spot a booth where you can paint your own mugs, which Violet is excited to try.