There is a moment when the seasons begin to change, and in Sweden, it often arrives in a bottle. The days grow shorter, the windows begin to glow...

November asks for warmth. We answer with wool, candlelight and butter. We close the windows. We make the food rich.

Then we reach for the mustard....

Every witch knows that the ingredients matter. Eye of newt. Wing of bat. Something unpleasant collected beneath a full moon. You cannot...

By October, the shops are full of ghosts. Paper ones...