May 30, 2026 · 15 min · 4 segments
A cozy contemporary fantasy about a chaotic witchy family and a terribly organised admin assistant, taking up residence at Frightful Manor. Set in the same world as “The Twelve Days of Witchmas.”…
Tansy Rayner RobertsHost"Though I am bewildered, I am certainly not afraid." Considering all the possibilities that flashed through Libby's head when Merry said, "He's in the walls," it was almost a relief to discover the secret passage, or rather passages.
Of course, a manor house like this had dozens of the things flapping about behind bookcases and hidden doors and portraits with elaborate spring-based opening mechanisms.
The one that led out of the Beak's office displaced several stacks of haphazardly arranged documents, but Merry didn't seem bothered about adding to the chaos of it all.
Libby, well aware whom exactly would be tidying the mess up later, let the matter go for now.
There was no point in starting the work of managing this office until she knew what she was dealing with.
She must get the measure of her new employer before she committed herself wholeheartedly to a contract.
Libby had many follow-up questions regarding the relevance of the nickname to the fellow's personality, and Merry, clearly a born smoother-over of difficult topics, was unlikely to provide the unvarnished honesty required.
Libby had not expected it to be carpeted nor wallpapered, but the pretty cream and pink stripes that followed her into the tapering passage were in remarkably good condition.
A different kettle of fish to the grandeur of the beast in the downstairs foyer, but a work of art in its own right.
This marble staircase glowed faintly, which assisted Libby to see where she was going while raising further questions.
The staircase was also, considering the secret passage situation, remarkably clean.
After many steps downwards, the passage continued on, this time displaying a darling turquoise and blue toile pa- wallpaper with a design of shepherdesses artfully pirouetting around hedgerows.
The lamps did not light themselves automatically as Libby approached, as she'd rather expected.
Anna Minotaur's office was packed with lighting charms, desperate to anticipate the needs of Anna and her guests in such an increasingly frantic manner that more than one client had been triggered into an epileptic fit.
She might take comfort in this blatant attempt on the part of the house magic to keep her happy were it not for the fact that the ceiling and walls were closing in.
"Though I am bewildered, I am certainly not afraid." Considering all the possibilities that flashed through Libby's head when Merry said, "He's in the walls," it was almost a relief to discover the secret passage, or rather passages.
Of course, a manor house like this had dozens of the things flapping about behind bookcases and hidden doors and portraits with elaborate spring-based opening mechanisms.
The one that led out of the Beak's office displaced several stacks of haphazardly arranged documents, but Merry didn't seem bothered about adding to the chaos of it all.
Libby, well aware whom exactly would be tidying the mess up later, let the matter go for now.
There was no point in starting the work of managing this office until she knew what she was dealing with.
She must get the measure of her new employer before she committed herself wholeheartedly to a contract.
Libby had many follow-up questions regarding the relevance of the nickname to the fellow's personality, and Merry, clearly a born smoother-over of difficult topics, was unlikely to provide the unvarnished honesty required.
Libby had not expected it to be carpeted nor wallpapered, but the pretty cream and pink stripes that followed her into the tapering passage were in remarkably good condition.
A different kettle of fish to the grandeur of the beast in the downstairs foyer, but a work of art in its own right.
This marble staircase glowed faintly, which assisted Libby to see where she was going while raising further questions.
The staircase was also, considering the secret passage situation, remarkably clean.
After many steps downwards, the passage continued on, this time displaying a darling turquoise and blue toile pa- wallpaper with a design of shepherdesses artfully pirouetting around hedgerows.
The lamps did not light themselves automatically as Libby approached, as she'd rather expected.
Anna Minotaur's office was packed with lighting charms, desperate to anticipate the needs of Anna and her guests in such an increasingly frantic manner that more than one client had been triggered into an epileptic fit.
She might take comfort in this blatant attempt on the part of the house magic to keep her happy were it not for the fact that the ceiling and walls were closing in.
The rest of this transcript — segmented and speaker-labeled, so you land on the exact moment something was said
Search every transcript — by keyword, by phrase, or by meaning, across every show Radar indexes
Trends — what is surging across podcasts, measured against its own baseline
Alerts — when a name you follow appears in a newly indexed episode
No account is needed to search Radar.
