
Continue reading “Review: The Very Secret Society of Irregular Witches by Sangu Mandanna”A middle-aged white woman smiled warmly at them from behind the till. “Lovely afternoon, isn’t it?” she said, abiding by that ancient and most sacred British law of only ever starting a conversation with a comment on the weather.
Chapter 12 of The Very Secret Society of Irregular Witches by Sangu Mandanna


