Compilation Of Short Stories
It had no scent.
“This is the Blood Lotus,” he explained, his voice dropping to an intimate cadence. “It doesn’t affect the mind. It targets the body’s memory of pleasure. It amplifies every nerve ending, reminds the skin of every touch it has ever craved, and makes the body burn with the ghost of every pleasure it has ever known.”
Rivenna’s breath hitched. Her eyes were fixed on the flower, her pupils dilating. “The ghost of pleasure,” she repeated softly.