Samhain
I have long hated Halloween.
Our mom made my sister and me the most amazing costumes when we were little — I remember particularly fondly the year I was Peter Pan and she was Tinkerbell in our homemade costumes and our four years’ age difference.
When I was a tween, however, I grew to distrust the American holiday and its revelers. Pranks were one thing, but the (urban myths about) razor blades in apples? Tainted candy? Property destruction? No, thanks.
And maybe because I’m on this romantasy kick, I’m been thinking this fall about the celebration of Samhain.
(Samhuinn is a holiday in the Throne of Glass world, a day that the veil between the spirit world and the world of the books is lifted that day.)
In the meantime, please enjoy your All Hallow’s Eve safely. I’ll be snuggled with dogs reading Heir of Fire tonight.