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

I had to rely on the tiny, flickering candle Yi Zhou held in his hand, his small body throwing a long, dancing shadow against the damp stone walls. "The restricted cabinets are in the very back," Yi Zhou whispered, his voice barely a breath. "That is where they keep the herbs they only use for the royal family. The poisons are kept behind a double lock." We moved quickly through the narrow aisles. Rows upon rows of wooden drawers lined the walls, each one labeled with fading characters. Jars of dried leaves, jars of preserved insects, and bottles of strange oils sat on the shelves, covered in layers of grey grime.

"Mandragora belongs to the same family of nightshade plants. Like many members of the Solanaceae species, Mandragora contain highly biologically active alkaloids that make the plants poisonous if administered in the wrong dosage" Professor Huges began her lecture and the class listened to her attentively. Some were even busy jotting down notes. It was not because they were studious or what so ever. It is just that they have come in terms of Professor Huges's teaching strategy. As a matter of fact, it would no longer come as a surprise to them anymore if she will to give them a short quiz after their discussion. That was why in order to ensure that they could gather information as much as the

"I think we have enough resources to deal with them. We could win even if there is something wrong along the way. We find that the things inside the code are a list with both our names in it. It seems that whoever leads this wants all of us gone or it's blackmail. They even show evidence and crime record along with evidence that we didn't know exist. Another one was a recipe about how to make the poison that was said to be the rarest type of poison. It was so lethal that people burn the plants the moment they saw them. This poison is called Nightshade." I listened to him explain what he read. But then it goes to the part where he said there was also a poison recipe in there. A poison so leth

The obsidian flower—a colossal, shifting structure of organic glass and silver nectar—loomed ahead, its petals vibrating at a frequency that turned my bones to jelly. Dante was fighting, his human hand clawing at the roots while his obsidian arm threw off erratic, blinding sparks. But the island was winning. This wasn't a tech-war; it was a biological reclamation. The "poison" in our veins was being called back to its source, and we were just the containers being emptied. "Ivy! Release the feedback!" Dante roared, his voice nearly drowned out by the grinding of stone and metal.

The sunshine glided in the open window and illuminated the pages that consisted of words and simple sketch diagrams. "It's a botany book my mom gave me last week. It's been in her library for years and when I found it, I couldn't stop looking at it, it's so interesting! So Mom said I could keep it," Savannah grinned with excitement. "It's full of so many cool facts, all about the plants that grow around here. Some are used for medicine, some are used to add flavour to food, and some are even poisonous." Savannah's eyes sparkled with delight as she rubbed her hands together.

Then I walked out. As soon as I stepped into the hallway, my phone started ringing. I pulled it out and saw that it was a call from my assistant, Pedro. Accepting the call, I pressed the phone to my ear and asked. “Yeah?” “Sir,” Pedro said breathlessly. “It’s about the poison the man that had snuck into our laboratory ingested. I don’t know how, but the plant used in making that poison is Teal Orchid, the plant we’re still researching. The same one that only grows in that deserted region no mammal, shifter, or human can survive.”

Bucho knew so much about events that happened thousands of years ago, I made me more curious exactly how old this whole place was. Once I wrangled the magic into a more usable stream, I let vines weave from the ground and flow through the loops of the lanterns that were laying in a line. Once all of them had been looped, I pulled the vines up off the ground and into the trees. The vines wove around the branches about ten feet in the air. They hung at the intervals that Stacy had request and I added flowers, Bloodroot, to the vines. While poisonous to eat, they were a beautiful white petalled flower with a yellow center, almost like the daisies you found in the states.

"What relation do you have with the other kid who pulled the cart earlier?" The police chief began the preliminary interrogation of Ravyn without ascending to the judicial bench. Ravyn started feeling that something was off. She knew she could escape if she wanted to, but she was curious about how such a significant issue had arisen. As the police confiscated the disputed property, she caught a whiff of an intoxicating aroma—a sweet floral scent with a faint hint of iron and earth. She immediately recognized it as Vesselbane, an herb that can detoxify. However, its side effects, even in very small doses, can do more harm than good to the body if not cooked properly. When heated, it becomes c

she whispered. She did. It was the same blend that had nearly killed Old Man Robinson her in her past life. The one Seth had used to poison his own grandfather in order to frame her. It had no known antidote. Except the one she had discovered… too late. Rosa raced to her herbal lab, crushing rare black-root vine, ghost-ginger, and a sliver of vermilion horn fungus. The stench was overpowering. Her hands moved like memory, guided by life and death.

The copper walls of the tub glowed faintly, as though the engravings were channeling something deeper than heat. While they waited, Jerald wandered toward the desk where the women worked. His eyes scanned the open pages diagrams of plants, chemical structures, strange runes. “What happens to the poison after you take it out?” he asked. One woman glanced up. “We keep it. Every toxin tells a story of where it came from, who made it, and how it kills. Amara has built the largest poison registry in the world.” Jerald’s eyes narrowed. “So, this place isn’t just for healing.”