for now, bread and mead call us, appetites whetted, to witness what I have been nursing, encased in iron, licked by flame, and tended with relish.

“Malina looked incredulous. "Are you anything more than a Druid?""Of course I am…”

“Brighid’s eyes flashed with a blue flame, and I wondered if she had learned to …”

“Huh... guess they didn't want a cracker after all. Another myth BUSTED”

“Poison?" she (Granuaile)said,"I hope it isn't iocane powder.”