A Witch's Guide to Magical Innkeeping

by Sangu Mandanna

It was hardly ideal weather for the resurrection of one’s great-aunt, but Sera Swan’s magical power, while impressive, hadn’t the slightest influence over the obnoxiously blue skies.

Would love to debate prime weather for resurrection

“I think she once told me it’s Mary, but I take your point. I do feel, though, that whatever Clemmie may or may not be capable of, Theo wouldn’t let himself be led astray. He’s an angel.” “So was Lucifer,” said Sera darkly. “And I’m sure that was a very upsetting situation for all involved, my love, but it seems unlikely to be repeated. Oh! Theo!”

LMFAO

intolerable, an anachronistic and malevolent old man who looked like he had one foot in the grave already. Luke, for one, couldn’t wait for the rest of him to catch up.

Bars right there

Luke agreed, looking over to make sure Posy still had her headphones on. (She did, and seemed to be absorbed in a game involving tucking farm animals into bed.)

I would like to play this game

“I don’t like to say I told you so, Albert, but I did tell you so,” Sera replied. “Right here, fifteen years ago, I told you you’d rue that day. And here you are. Rueing.”

Rue that day