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

He sighs, “What has Norman told you?” “About what?” “The poison that was given to you?” “Nothing, just that some of the things I am feeling are normal side effects and that they should be gone within the next few nights…” He has another wave of anger come off of him before hissing and then takes a deep breath. “Have you ever heard of the Viburnum?” “Yes, it is a flower that can be made into a very dangerous drug. What about it?” “That is what you were being poisoned with. Whoever it was, wasn’t only giving it to you but to Ali and Em as well…”

York asked. "He would have lost an eye but he would live." Nigel showed them a cut in his palm and added, "I accidentally cut myself with a sharp object that was coated with the same poison. It was made from a plant from the family of the tobacco tree. The scientific name is nicotiana glauca. It has such high toxicity that once it breaks through the skin it's literally a countdown. It causes respiratory dysfunction and makes one choke to death. My experience with it wasn't pretty. I thought I was going to die. My father made me chuck down the antidote. I slept the whole day and woke up with a terrible headache ...."

Boan said as he started to move deeper into the forest, Dyane and me followed closely behind me until he stopped, we looked around him to see a dry patch of land surrounding some blue beautiful flowers. “The roots contain the poison and it dries everything of its water, the leaves should contain the antidote because the more vibrant the plant is the more poisonous its root is.” Boan explained as Dyane nodded the carefully uprooted some of the plants including the roots and kept it inside her pouch which she brought along for the purpose of new herbs.

I looked away from him and faced in front. “Is it the odorless wolf’s bane again?” I asked to change the damned topic. Jacob would continue to defend her anyway, and I would just be stressed about it. Nurse Rebecca was quite perplexed. “How do you know about that?” “I was poisoned by it too. But this feels a little different,” I commented. She nodded and said, “You’ve been poisoned with two lethal extracts. The odorless wolf’s bane and the crimson lotus plant.” “Do we still have lots of plants and poisons that we do not know about?” Jacob flatly asked, not happy about this new information.

One down, three more to go. Next, I picked up the first vial. It was a dark, almost black liquid with a bitter almond smell. There were around four poisons with the same property: Belladonna, foxglove, corpselily, and Nightshade. All of them were pure poisons, and I found myself a bit turned around. Which one could it be? All the possibilities were poison, but one had to have advantages. Then it clicked. Nightshade was deadly, but in the right conditions with the correct amount, it could be medicinal. Nightshade causes victims to convulse to the point of shock and eventual death. But it was administered to people with paralysis from snake venom to jolt their bodies out of paralysis. It had t

Her red curls tickled my neck as she did so. When she pulled away, she went into her little personal room in the Grove and came out with a three little bottles in her hand. She pushed them into mine and looked at me seriously. “These three bottles should be of help to you. The red is for you to regain strength and help wounds heal. The blue is a very corrosive element that burns skin. The green is also for attacking as well if need be. It's a poison, not as corrosive, but also dangerous, especially when ingested.”

Home, in the way that thorn-covered ruins might be to crows. I stepped inside, set the belladonna on the windowsill, and adjusted its angle to catch the dim light through the frosted panes. The leaves shimmered—dark green, poisonous, and beautiful. I found myself staring at it longer than I meant to. How could something so deadly look like a lullaby in plant form? Then— The door. I reached for it, ready to shut out the world, when a shoe jammed in the frame. A very expensive shoe.

He shuffled to a cluttered table and lifted a small white container, its glass belly glowing faintly green. “One drop of this,” he whispered, almost reverently, “and the victim becomes a vegetable. I used castor plants, oleander, snakeroot, the deadliest of nature’s children. And I bound them with magic.” His voice broke into an unhinged laugh. “Only one with true power and formidable magic could ever detect the poison. To all others—even the finest physicians, it will appear as nothing. No cure. No remedy. Only decline. Days, weeks, months, years, your victim will waste away as long as you wish.” He clutched the vial close, pride gleaming in his eyes, as if it were a holy relic.

Apparently our lesson for the week would be about poison, specifically the only poison that can kill us. Wolfsbane. It would be conducted in a greenhouse besides the maze I saw when I first got here. I made an effort to review some books on herbs and antidotes as well as some general knowledge about Wolfsbane. Up close, the maze looked scarier and bigger than what I thought when I was standing by the gates. There were vines with thorns at both the bottom and top of the hedge. I look up and see the sun raising my hand to cover my face, I breathe in.

I turned around and left the room, grateful to be away from the presence and weight of Madam Thorpe's gaze. I took a deep breath, leaning against the door. My gaze turned to the garden in front of me. It reminded me of the one I had back home, though this one was much healthier and flourishing. I walked towards it, I touched the petals of some of the flowers gently before I turned to the aconite tray. My eyes darted around for what I could wear to handle the aconite. Aconite, or monkshood, or wolfsbane, was extremely deadly, and direct contact was not recommended, so wearing gloves was always encouraged when handling it. I found some gloves hanging on a rack by the door, so I grabbed them, p