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

by Sarah Piper

“In a world where magic is real and dreams really do come true—”

“You want to see coloring outside the lines? Fine. Buckle up, buttercup. Here we go.”

“Trade secret, but it’s called The Devil Made Me Brew It.”

“Control is an illusion

none of us has any control. Just influence.

“What is it, love?”

Every day is a gift, Violet. Find the joy in this one. Do that every day, one after the other, and your entire life will be filled with beautiful blessings.

Gigi reminded me that there was always a reason. Big, small, it didn’t matter. I had only to find it. To acknowledge it. To accept the gifts inherent in every new day.

How to jump like the Fool of the Tarot right off the cliff, with a smile on my lips and joy in my heart, and trust that whatever awaited me at the bottom would be better than whatever I left behind.

But you know what? I learned a hell of a lot along the way. And I will figure out how to make it work. Maybe not this week, maybe not this year, but I’m not giving up again. No matter who tells me I should. Because when you’re blessed enough to find something you love in this world, something that makes your heart sing, something that has you jumping out of bed looking forward to every new day—even when it’s rough, even when you falter, even when you fail—you find a way to get back up and try again. Whatever it takes, you find a way.”

“The magic bound us first and foremost. That is true. But everything that came after? That was you and me. You ask how I know what I feel for you is real?