Blessed Be Tea And Apothecary Novels & Stories

My mother looked at me sadly. “I'm sorry, Nadine, but these are the rules I have to follow,” my mother said regretfully. “However, I came to give you some good news. A goddess has given me permission to tell you a remedy capable of making Biel better in hours.” I straightened up at that instant. “What do you mean?” I asked hesitantly. “Biel is going to be fine if he drinks the light plant tea,” my mother said, and Aris gasped.

They’re shaking like crazy. After giving me a once-over, Abertha pours. She dumps a huge spoonful of sugar and a big splash of cream in both of our cups, gives me another look, takes a flask from her pocket, fills our cups to the brim with its contents, and then carefully pushes my saucer across the table. I wrap both hands around the warm china, holding it close to my face so the steam bathes my cheeks and nose. I inhale. Valerian root and whiskey. Everything feels a tiny bit less dire. That’s the power of tea.

Lyle tidied up the store and opened for business early in the morning. Bane stood at the door nervously, wondering how he should apologize. Lyle started cleaning while waiting for Bane to enter the store. He could have sensed it with his abilities, but he did not choose to do so. Lyle swept the floor with a broom while Philip walked out with a pot of tea. He brewed this tea with selected tea leaves from his space. Even a powerful practitioner had no right to taste this tea. After all, one sip could invigorate someone and increase their energy. It would be a great hit with everyone.

All the way to the village, he kept his eyes open, and only when the carriage stopped did Percival lightly touch Adelard's hair with the words, "We are home." Drinking the strange herb every day and every night was no easy task. If on the first day Adelard felt nothing, on other days he simply could not take a sip and swallow the bitter, dark green liquid. And every time he tried to ask Bernadette what the herb was, she just kept quiet and said he needed it for healing and liberation. Looking at the dark green liquid inside the mug, Adelard tried not to faint from the intensely bitter taste that burned everything inside. And as soon as he took a sip to finish his "tea," his whole body began

He pours an amber liquid from a small pot, the aroma rising with the steam—herbs, honey, something else I can't identify. "Tea?" I ask, accepting the offered mug. "My own blend." His voice remains low, almost intimate in the quiet hall. "Valerian root, chamomile, lavender. A touch of dragon's breath herb that grows only in the Hidden Bowl." A pause, then something I never expected—a small admission of vulnerability. "It helps quiet my thoughts when duty weighs too heavily." I cradle the mug between my palms, letting its warmth seep into my hands. "And does duty weigh heavily tonight?"

He saw her and leaned in to ask, “So it was the hospital, huh? I knew it. He was staring at himself in the mirror this morning, checking his neck. Must’ve taken that bite pretty seriously. Honestly, why did he go messing with a stray cat in the first place?” Candice kept silent with a deadpan expression. Noticing the colorful stuff in his cup—goji berries, astragalus—she changed the subject. “What are you drinking?” “Eight-treasure tea.” “Looks good. Can I have some?” “You wouldn’t want this.” “Hmm?” Seeing her confused, he sent her a link. “But you could buy it for your dad.” Candice clicked the link—and was immediately bombarded by large bolded text: A Man’s Best Friend! For vigor and vita

----- The tea shop is tucked behind a thick grove of cypress trees which is hidden beneath a canopy of moss and leaves. I've never seen this place before, so I suppose it's only for the higher ranked werewolves and low ranked serving Betas. Elayne orders a rose hip blend---- a tea I've heard the others maids gossip about, but none of us have tasted. ... And Lady Elayne orders it for both of us while she lead me to sit beside her at a tiny stone table near the edge of the clearing. She's being so nice. Birdsong from hums from the air above us, and I have to say, it's peaceful here.

What is this massive warrior talking about? "I was worried the simple herbs would not be enough gold," Theo says, sitting back down on the stool and dropping two massive leather sacks right at my feet. "So I ran a scrying search on what a female needs. I got you more healing balms. A heated river-stone bottle." He pulls the items out one by one. "Pain rub. A huge assortment of sweet herbal teas. Lip balm for when your teeth clench in pain. And cotton pads for different flows." I stare at the pile, my mouth wide open.

Aurelia Medical Center. Theodore's office still smelled like old books and bleach. I put a thermal bag on his desk. The deep amber liquid caught the warm light through the glass, blending evening primrose, silverleaf thyme, and a guiding herb I had blended myself. "Here are the tinctures for that patient. Three times a day for a week. The dosage is on the jars." Theodore looked at the labels, his eyes widening. "You can't buy this stuff anywhere, Evelyn."

I close my eyes, relived and glance up at Pastor. "It is an ancient herbal and spice tea made with holy water." Pastor takes a seat on the pew next to me. "It's helping-thank you." I say as my mind goes back to what he said earlier. "What did you mean by, it was the plan?"