“I cut the cornbread into plump golden bricks on a tray. In the hands of a Farewitch, cornbread can cure the common… — Ellen Pauley Goff Copy Share Image
“I pass a still-warm honey bourbon bread pudding over the head of the chatty old woman to the man behind her, for his insomnia.” — Ellen Pauley Goff Copy Share Image
“I cut the cornbread into plump golden bricks on a tray. In the hands of a Farewitch, cornbread can cure the common cold or… — Ellen Pauley Goff Copy Share Image
