Daylight crept along the land, an unwelcome intruder, lingering just long enough to make itself known before being chased away by blessed night and comforting gloom. As the morning took hold, the vampire retreated to her coffin.
Competitions with Halloween traditions in the Netherworld are incredibly common. There is, however, one Halloween tradition that so regularly wins that it is often given its own category: Penny P. Post’s pumpkin and woodsmoke cookies.
“What if no one likes my dish? Do you like it? Will you eat some Kelpie?” a rare note of worry shook Strawberry’s voice. “You made this last week, twice, because I devoured it and asked for more,” Red Kelp, dryad, said as she kissed her wife’s blushing cheek.