A Botanist's Guide To Parties And Poisons Novels & Stories

“So I bought a pack of antidotes. These are the antidotes for three different kinds of poison according to the creatures we’re going to encounter.” He then pointed at each antidote. “Firstly, this green vial. This is to counter the poison from a bird beast. I heard they’re big and they spew toxic gas. Secondly, the brown vial. This one is to encounter the Barb something bugs. And the last is these folded papers. It contains the powder to counter the poisonous flowers growing in the forest.”

They were poison—the plants that grew as if I beckoned them to. Some could be found on this continent, others originate in faraway places. Adam told me that he woke alone then couldn't find me anywhere in the house but discovered that the back doors were unlocked. He shifted and followed my scent as if something stole me from our bed. He found me laying on the forest floor in a circle of belladonna, death caps, oleander, hemlock, and many other plants he did not recognize. A vine of poison oak had begun to wrap its way up my leg. It left no rash on my skin.

She has expected the bottle to empty in just a few drops but unexpectedly it continued pouring its content out as if it was a broken dam , even after filling the bucket upto half of his volume ; the antidote bottle showed no signs of emptying . Shen Xinyi was shocked, no wonder the child asked her to empty the bottle , if she didn't saw it with her own eyes ; she would have never believed that ; something like this could happen. " Fool ; no time, poisoned" this time little dumpling stretched itself far and muttered three words. Shen Xinyi didn't asked him to elaborate , she understood the gist of it , he was talking about the black mist inside her body . Shen Xinyi looked at the tiny plants

A title caught my attention. The Secrets of Botany. It wasn't digital. Fortunately... The castle library had been fully catalogued. I requested the scan. The ancient pages appeared on my screen. I flipped through hundreds of handwritten botanical illustrations. Then suddenly... "There." My voice echoed through the room. A passage described moonflower poisoning. The note beneath it read: The only known natural counter is extract from the root of the Starplant. I immediately searched the internet. Nothing. Scientific databases. Nothing. Medical journals.

Wishing she could have taught me all of this herself instead of leaving me to piece it together from her journals. But at least I have this. At least she left me something. It's peaceful and quiet here. Just me and my mother's words. Her handwriting is elegant with the words flowing seamlessly across the page, and the medical notes in combination with their spell attachments are clear and brilliantly written. Wanting to know more, I flip to the next page, finding detailed diagrams of herbs and their properties. Wolfsbane. Aconite. Belladonna. She labeled each one with both its medicinal uses and its dangers, also noting their dosages and combinations. The details are excellent and well expla

"I don't think that encounter will go well." "I just hope they don't kill each other," I noted, and she amusedly went to the kitchen. I went to the greenhouse and picked up the specimen carefully. The flower I had waited so long for to sprout was the Batista flower, a rare species of plant that could be a potent medicine to hboardh tissue recovery, aches and pains, and body balance. It was also a potent antidote to most poisons. My idea was to present it to the Board for approval to study it and make it marketable. So I was excitedly heading to my office, thinking I would have Alice up close, when I heard a couple of newly changed young wolves and froze.