Sophia White
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Five days later I stood in an enormous warehouse on the northern side of Minnova. Everything was still going to plan. The had accepted our designs, and the lauter tun was due at the end of the week. The stouts were merrily bubbling away and we’d had zero bad batch scares. Bran was over the moon with the news that Opal’s parents were willing to meet with him. Balin had brought back some more dungeon materials, none of them useful, and Annie had A buzz of activity unfolded before my eyes as various…-
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I sipped from my fresh mug of coffee. The scent of beans was like heaven this early in the morning, and I luxuriated in the sweet taste of the cream. Joejam had delivered me a coffee first thing. We’d chatted about his attempts at making pretzels, munched on sticky sweet buns, and generally shot the shit about life and business. He’d left a few minutes ago so I could get to work. A set of design blueprints sat in front of me. They were for the lauter tun that I'd been designing, and there were a few…
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We stood outside of a nondescript single level dwelling on a sidestreet. Aqua and I had walked here in silence, broken only by the occasional querulous bleat from Penelope. Aqua seemed to have a lot on her mind, which was understandable. Now that we were here, and the moment was upon us, I really did want to have some idea of what was going on before walking into the lion’s den. “Ahem. Soooo…. yer dad.” Aqua let out her breath with a *whoosh*. “Yeah, dad. Tom. Tom Bluebeard. We’re from a…
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We stood outside of a nondescript single level dwelling on a sidestreet. Aqua and I had walked here in silence, broken only by the occasional querulous bleat from Penelope. Aqua seemed to have a lot on her mind, which was understandable. Now that we were here, and the moment was upon us, I really did want to have some idea of what was going on before walking into the lion’s den. “Ahem. Soooo…. yer dad.” Aqua let out her breath with a *whoosh*. “Yeah, dad. Tom. Tom Bluebeard. We’re from a…
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Several hours and four full fermentation tanks of black stout later, I was ready to call it a night. I cupped my hands to my mouth and called, “Alright everyone, great work! We’ll be back on regular brewing duty tomorrow, so get a good rest.” Johnsson stretched and popped his back, his single long braided ponytail swaying between his shoulder blades. His skin shone under the bright light of the Solstones, slick with sweat and steam. He’d taken his shirt off a while back, and I hadn’t had the…
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An Adventure Brewing: Beers and Beards Book 1 is now up for preorder on Amazon with a release date of October 3rd! The physical book and audiobook by the talented Christian Gilliland will become available at roughly the same time. It will also be available on Kindle Unlimited. If you're excited, feel free to pre-order! Though of course, the greatest currency any author can receive is reviews! Amazon requires us to remove the majority of the book off the internet ASAP. Therefore, B&B BOOK 1 will come off…
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It took a whole day. A WHOLE DAY before everyone was back in working shape. Even then, the pub was closed courtesy of a note from Bran on the door this morning that simply read: Not open. Busy. Well, that was fine since we’d run through most of our beer again, and I had plans for today. Those plans started with four barrels of Cold Brew and a very pleased Joejam of “Thank you for the purchase, Pete.” Joejam pulled at his blonde goatee and regarded me through his horn-rimmed glasses. “Did you…
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If I could use a single word to describe Bran’s afterparty, it would be Almost every single one of our regulars came by the brewpub, along with most of the pro-drinkers, and more besides. Having the literal best chef in Minnova on the premises really helped our reputation. Of course, we didn’t actually make Bran cook for his own party. We did the old ‘set up tables outside and have Knickknack’s General Goods next door provide the pickles and nuts’. I really, REALLY, needed to get on teaching…
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"JOEJAM SEEMS TO BE FOCUSING ON HIS DESSERT, AND WHAT A TREAT! I HOPE HE ADDS THAT TO THE MENU, BECAUSE IT LOOKS DELICIOUS!!" The announcer’s voice was a constant annoyance in the back of Bran’s perception, not that he paid it much heed. He had more important things to do, like ensuring his cream puffs didn’t collapse, and not cutting a finger off as he worked faster than he ever had before. It would’ve been nice if the sound wards had extended to the cooking section. One hour was Of course,…
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We all sat at the edge of our seats as dozens of small stories unfolded before us. The crowd cheered, booed, and roared their approval and laughter at the appropriate moments, spurred on by the announcer. “OOOOH!!! HE’S GOING TO FEEL THAT IN HIS ANKLES IN THE MORNING!” “AND THE RUSTY BATTLEAXE REALLY PUT THE HURT INTO THE FICKLE FIG!” “KEBAB CUISINE HAS PURCHASED CHICKPEAS, PARSLEY, TOMATOES, AND CILANTRO! WHAT COULD SHE BE MAKING!?” “IT LOOKS LIKE THE THIRSTY GOAT AND THE HUNGRY…
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