Tapped, Book 2

Tap the cask and mind the Lanes. No favors, no leashes. Opening Night’s epic hangover is interrupted by a shiver that runs through the Hollows. Then, just as we’re recovering, a Smiling Man tries to buy The Butt and Beam from under me. And then a bikini-clad vampire begs me for sanctuary with her angry father on her heels. So, yes. Things are busy. I’m Chris Holloway, Landlord, still the only bloke in Pant-y-Giggles and still learning the Way of the Hollows. With the help of Ceri’s lightning, Honey’s fire, and Too-Far’s chaos, I’m doing my best to keep the Lanes sweet, the Hearth content, and the village safe from predators. The Butt and Beam is very much open for business. We’ll brew. We’ll sing. And we’ll walk what needs walking. If the old roads behave, we open at five. If they don’t, we’ll open at five anyway.