Book Three: The Eggroll Armistice (Moon Over Marisol Fantasy Series)

Marisol’s latest assignment drops her into a muddy war camp where two lords have spent seventeen days arguing about catapult philosophy. Lord Pemberton swears the mangonel is superior. Lord Corso would die for the trebuchet. They’ve scheduled a “demonstration,” with live targets, to settle it.

Maximum deaths allowed: three.

Marisol’s magic wants to do two things: move stuff around and make food. So she cooks. Porridge at dawn. Stew at noon. Hand pies when morale dips. And when a few wealthy gamblers try to speed up the bloodshed to collect their bets, she brings out her mama’s legendary eggrolls.

Turns out it’s hard to hurt someone who just fed you. Or fixed your crossbow. Or made the whole place feel human again for five minutes.

A funny, generous cozy fantasy about food, magic, and keeping people alive long enough to earn a green check and get hauled to the next full moon.

Each book in Moon Over Marisol is a complete adventure. Start here or anywhere.