Jun 7, 2026 · 18 min · 5 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 RobertsHostThey found Horace Blight in a cave that apparently existed between the first and second floors, while still quite clearly being a cave.
Unlike his brothers, Silas and Otis, who could pass for elven folk at any given landed gentry convention, given a little light cosplay.
Otis wouldn't even need fake ears to get away with it, and Silas almost certainly owned an appropriate outfit.
His face was craggy, with a grim sort of mouth that made him look older than his 40.
He was crouching, which made him look even more cubic than if he were standing on his feet.
Libby was genuinely relieved to discover he was not as good-looking as his brother.
He was apparently not enough of an honorary sibling to resort to the nickname.
Horace Blight stood, and a measuring tape unfurled from his large hands.
He had been attempting to measure a very small and round wooden door at the far end of the cave.
One didn't need a measuring tape to see that Horace was unlikely to fit through said door.
"I sent Silas to the village." He had the same posh public school accent as the rest of them.
"Silas irritates me, but I don't actually want him hanged by the locals.
They found Horace Blight in a cave that apparently existed between the first and second floors, while still quite clearly being a cave.
Unlike his brothers, Silas and Otis, who could pass for elven folk at any given landed gentry convention, given a little light cosplay.
Otis wouldn't even need fake ears to get away with it, and Silas almost certainly owned an appropriate outfit.
His face was craggy, with a grim sort of mouth that made him look older than his 40.
He was crouching, which made him look even more cubic than if he were standing on his feet.
Libby was genuinely relieved to discover he was not as good-looking as his brother.
He was apparently not enough of an honorary sibling to resort to the nickname.
Horace Blight stood, and a measuring tape unfurled from his large hands.
He had been attempting to measure a very small and round wooden door at the far end of the cave.
One didn't need a measuring tape to see that Horace was unlikely to fit through said door.
"I sent Silas to the village." He had the same posh public school accent as the rest of them.
"Silas irritates me, but I don't actually want him hanged by the locals.
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