"In evening, their raucous voices sounded in the woods as they...

"In evening, their raucous voices sounded in the woods as they drank every drop to be found in our small town.

It was on one such evening, when the harvest moon hung low in the sky, that Nell’s brew was ready for the season. Her cauldron cold now, the heady scent of barley wine was pungent in the open air.”

— from the novel SINFULFOLK

SOURCE: metalhearted