“It is October,” I state, “so it is acceptable to be sappy to the ghosts haunting one’s home.”
“She is always sappy,” one of the ghosts announces behind me. “Like, all the time,” another one pipes up.
“Shh!!” I crescently howl through clenched teeth! “They will hear! My reputation!!”
“She gives us treats and reads us stories,” a third ghost betrays.
“But it is my headstone!” the ghost declared. “You took it from my graveyard!” retorted the warden of bones. The two old fiends quarreled jovially on their way to the necromantic law library to suss out ownership rights for the dead to see who would pay for the stone’s replacement and who would pay for dinner.
The royal guard inspected the presented seal, verified its authenticity from the Potion Maker’s Authority, and said, “His majesty thanks you for your service and wishes you to camp here, Master Redghost.” The villain grumbled for a moment but conceded. So much for spying on the castle’s layout.
While many creatures in the Netherworld can use a wide variety of magic natively, the study and practice of witchcraft – a specific discipline – is rare. Goatrude, a self-titled biography about a goat who does just this, is the selection of the week for the Peyroux Public Phantasmal Library Book Club.