A thousand soldiers. Two ridiculous siege weapons. One witch with a spatula.

Marisol's latest assignment drops her in a muddy war camp where two lords have spent seventeen days arguing about catapult philosophy. Lord Pemberton believes the mangonel is the superior weapon. Lord Corso would die for the trebuchet. Both are absolutely certain a demonstration — with live targets — will settle it.

Maximum deaths allowed: three. The magic here only wants to do two things: move stuff around and make food. So Marisol does what she does best. Porridge at dawn. Stew at noon. Hand pies when morale dips. And when three wealthy gamblers try to speed up the bloodshed to collect their bets — her mama's legendary eggrolls.

Turns out it's hard to kill someone who just shared their dice with you. Or fixed your crossbow. Or made you remember what warm and full and human feels like.

But feeding a thousand soldiers for twenty-five days will cost Marisol everything she has. And maybe more than she should give.

A funny, generous fantasy about food, magic, and making violence unthinkable. For readers who love Terry Pratchett, cozy fantasy with real stakes, and the radical idea that a good meal can save the world.

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