Arsenic Blue Novels & Stories

Even when they'd been together. "You have to ask." She folded the blanket, not in any hurry for the dressing down. He stood in front of the canvas, his fists and jaw clenched. "You've used the wrong color. Again." She looked at the paper he'd given her notes on. "You said to use five parts Thallo blue and one part Chromium Green and one part Cadmium Green. It's what I did." "No, you didn't."

I gasp. My eyelids fly open. “What is it?” Mitch asks with great interest. Standing, as well. Blue had not been a hue I’d contemplated, for fear it would meld right into the ocean scenery. No, I want something that grabs and commands attention. I immediately visualize a shade so rich and brilliant, a blue-turquoise so sensational, it truly would be a beacon. Turquoise and white. With a darker blue or possibly black as a faint enhancement around the fringes to make it all pop.

If anything, what I had seen on the TV seemed dull in comparison to what went on in the Iridescence Pack. My eyes widened and my jaw became slack as I realized why this was called the Carnival Cerulean. Bundles of living flame were suspended in the air, casting their beautiful light on the Carnival below. The flames weren’t normal, flickering with orange and red light. They were a rich shade of blue, cerulean to be exact. Within those flames were different shades and colors, all stemming from the color blue. They crackled and snapped, sending cobalt embers into the air whenever something managed to catch itself in the flames.

Ignoring Lucille the entire time, I turned back to Archer. “So what’s the name of this one?” I asked, voice filled with innocent curiosity. Thankfully, Archer knew enough to not make the both of us look stupid. “That’s our own unique blend of orchids. They don’t usually come in that color but Ivan had these specially crossed to provide this unique blue color.” Now that I looked at it closer, the flower was actually pretty. I just didn’t quite care about it as I claimed to. Still I said “That’s so cool.” and sniffed the flower, searching around for a new one in case she needed some more convincing.

Adir place the hair on Castus palm " You're my friend and that's hard to be" "You're saying all of this because you don't know what happened,the Dotedrins killed a lot of witches back then,they thought they'd the supreme power over everything"Castus exhale tired of repeating himself"The hair is blue" "Blue?are you sure it's blue?" " Yes, it's color..."Castus pause. "Your dream" "The girl hair is also blue now don't tell me this is a coincidence" " It is but you didn't even see the girl face because it's blurry"Castus utter " I know it's rare for someone to have a natural blue hair but..."

He had a long, straight nose and a voluptuary’s mouth. And he had a pair of remarkable blue eyes that approximated no other shade she had ever seen. Except, perhaps, at the shop where the local chemist made batches of ink by boiling Indigofera plants and copper sulfate together for days until they formed a blue so dark and deep that it approached violet. And yet his eyes did not have the angelic quality one might usually associate with such a color. They were shrewd, seasoned, as if he had gazed far too often at an unsavory side of life that she herself had never seen.

I could have melted in my seat. The dark brows, combined with the enviable long dark eyelashes, made the blue of his eyes stand out even more. The color reminded me of the blue cobalt bottles I worked with in the lab. They were that blue. “He’s coming,” I hissed beneath my breath.

My blue arches were meshing with his red ones, causing a purple glow to form when our hands were together, and I muttered a wow. “What is that?” Hearing him swallowing uncomfortably, I raised my hand off of his, separating the colors, and peered up at him. “Color theory, red and blue make purple,” he replied in exasperation and I then asked what I could do with my blue arch. Giving me a bland glare he explained, “You can use it as a weapon to push others or toss them away if you're strong enough. Try moving the coffee cup across the table.” Focusing on the cup with my splayed hand I watched it slide a tiny bit and smiled triumphantly.

They were the canvas for my next masterpiece. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small vial of concentrated methylene blue, a medical grade dye. In small doses, it’s harmless. In "Jean-Pierre" doses, it has a very specific side effect: it turns the consumer’s skin a delicate, sickly shade of Smurf, the blue ones. "One drop for the Prince," I whispered, my accent slipping into something vaguely resembling a Bond villain. "Two drops for the Marriage Merger. And three drops because he tried to play father to my children.”

=== Item: Pixie Prank Parasol Spores Description: Gives temporary gills to breathe underwater and suffocate without water. === The last moment of his struggle remained vague in Zen’s memory. When did he kill a blue mushroom monster? Either way, he finally knew what that monster was called. The name was a little ridiculous, but it was befitting. Of all the spores he collected, the blue spores had to be his favourite because of the effect. Having temporary gills would be amazing for exploring the lake, and Zen wanted to stock up on blue spores. It could come in handy for other dungeon stages that may require diving.