I, Grizelda Greenwarth, am a powerful witch, nearly 141 years old, nine months pregnant, and entirely out of patience—with my stubborn baby, my surging magic, and especially my mother.

Life in Evershift Haven should be peaceful as I await the birth of my overdue child with Atlas Mountainheart, my mountain troll husband of five years, philosopher-turned-gym-owner, and relentless optimist, but when my mother, Brunelda, shows up uninvited with her judgments and cauldron of passive-aggression, the town’s tranquility vanishes like a poorly grounded potion. She disapproves of our home, my marriage, and the fact that my unborn child refuses to reveal its...

I, Grizelda Greenwarth, am a powerful witch, nearly 141 years old, nine months pregnant, and entirely out of patience—with my stubborn baby, my surging magic, and especially my mother.

Life in Evershift Haven should be peaceful as I await the birth of my overdue child with Atlas Mountainheart, my mountain troll husband of five years, philosopher-turned-gym-owner, and relentless optimist, but when my mother, Brunelda, shows up uninvited with her judgments and cauldron of passive-aggression, the town’s tranquility vanishes like a poorly grounded potion. She disapproves of our home, my marriage, and the fact that my unborn child refuses to reveal its gender via any magical means.

As my magic grows more unpredictable with each overdue day—summoning chocolate milk fountains and levitating dumbbells—Atlas does his best to charm my mother, who is immune to both protein shakes and Plato. Between a disastrous “witcher wellness workshop,” an accidental nesting spell that floods the town with baby gear, and the world’s most dramatic labor, I’m trying to keep it together without turning anyone into a hedgehog.

Welcome back one final time to Evershift Haven, where magic is seasonal, motherhood is unpredictable, and love comes with a dash of sparkles and squat racks. Barbells　Broomsticks is the cozy, whimsical, heart-filled finale to a series where even the most magical chaos can’t outshine the glow of finding exactly where you belong.