Because I can’t stay idle for long, here’s a list of the new Solstice Brews products I have planned this year (it may trail into next year):
More Geek teas
Teas for each of the Pagan Holidays
And Elemental Salves (i.e. Calendula, Cinnamon, etc)
I can’t wait!
Wicked Faire this weekend!!! Come visit the Solstice Brews stand!
Anyone looking to buy more Solstice Brews coffee and tea can now do so at Wicked Faire 2014!
Our table will be there and we’ll be debuting newer, geekier blends!
Don’t miss out on an amazing weekend!
Had a blast at Steampunk Unlimited!!! Want to keep tabs on what convention we’re heading to next? Like us on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/SolsticeBrews or follow us on Twitter @PixieRants
Hope to see you lovely people soon!
“He put the book down. “As you wish.” He rose and walked past me. I lowered my sword, expecting him to pass, but suddenly he stepped in dangerously close. “Welcome home. I’m glad you made it. There is coffee in the kitchen for you.”
—Curran, Magic Burns
“You are an exceptional, talented, and brilliant young woman. Do not ever let anyone make you feel like you’re less. Do not ever let anyone make you feel invisible. Do not let anyone—not even a teacher who constantly sends you for coffee—push you around.”
“You have the Pack. You’re surrounded by people who would fall over themselves for the pleasure of your company. I have no one. My parents are dead, my entire family is gone. I have no friends. Except Jim, and that’s more of a working relationship than anything else. I have no lover. I can’t even have a pet, because I’m not at the house often enough to keep it from starving. When I come crawling home, bleeding and filthy and exhausted, the house is dark and empty. Nobody keeps the porch light on for me. Nobody hugs me and says, ‘Hey, I’m glad you made it. I’m glad you’re okay. I was worried.’ Nobody cares if I live or die. Nobody makes me coffee, nobody holds me before I go to bed, nobody fixes my medicine when I’m sick. I’m by myself.”
–Kate Daniels, Magic Burns
“We reached the cafe and found Sydney bent over her laptop, with a barely eaten Danish and what was probably her fourth cup of coffee. We slid into seats beside her.”
–Last Sacrifice, Richelle Mead
“Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords.”
“Alec muttered a retort into his coffee. It rhymed with something that sounded a lot more like “ducking glass mole.”
–City of Bones