Book And Quill Recipe Novels & Stories

he says, leaning against the bar. “All right,” Andre says, glancing at the boss and then back to me. “The Goldfinch. Go. Ingredients.” I wrack my mind, wanting to get this right. “Also a whiskey cocktail,” I say fast, holding Andre’s gaze. He nods to me, just slightly, letting me know I’ve got the right start. “Elderflower liqueur, lemon, honey, and…the white of a quail egg?” I say the last one as a question because…I mean, I remember it being written on the page, but that just sound so gross…

Beta's statement loosened my legs. I was made to take a few steps back until Zacharias caught me. I looked at the Alpha Kings in turn and concluded. "We have to search one more time," I said as I stared at the two thick books in my hands. I recognized one of them. It was a book that contained recipes for concocting potions. It was the book my aunt used often when she practiced her potion-making skills. The cover of this book had even stuck in my memory.

Then he scratched his head and said, "Your Majesty, I only had one Heart Tempering Pill with me. But I can make you one now if you want." The Queen was stunned, and her beautiful face was filled with confusion. "You mean the pill can be made?" There was no such thing as making a pill in the Roland Continent. "Yes!" Darryl nodded and then smiled at the maids. "If it's not too much trouble, can you bring me some ingredients? I need some lumbricus, yellow palm…" Within a few moments, Darryl had listed out all the ingredients. However, the maids stood there unmoving and looked at the Queen with confusion. They had all the ingredients in the palace, but how was it possible to create a pill out of

“Of course dear, you go ahead. If there is anything you need, you let us know.” Bettina said, looking up from her embroidery. “I will go and get your writing equipment.” Kopa said, going into the kitchen. When he came back, he had a stack of paper with him and a little wood box. “Here is your paper and inside the box you will find quills and ink. If you run out of anything, just let me know. You don’t need think about making it last. Use as much as you need,” he said handing it to her.

“You need something to write in.” “Write?” I repeated. “But I have no parchment.” He picked up a small book with blank pages. “This is a journal.” I touched the cover reverently. “A diary. To record my thoughts. But how do I write without a quill?” He held up a slim object. Shiny. Plastic. Suspicious. “This is a pen.” “Pen,” I said slowly. “It resembles a miniature weapon.” “It is not sharp.” “What does it use to write? Magic? Blood? Sap?”

My eyes locked onto the text properly this time as recognition hit me almost instantly, and my heart skipped. “I found it.” Levi moved closer immediately. “What is it?” I scanned through the page again quickly just to make sure I wasn’t rushing into false hope before I started listing ingredients almost breathlessly. “Ground silverleaf, burnt willow bark, dried feverroot, moon thistle extract…” Levi didn’t waste a second. By the time I finished listing everything, he was already calling for servants while I kept rereading the treatment over and over again in my head, terrified of missing even the smallest detail.

We were all young people of the modern era, making our way in the world. Who among us hadn't picked up a few simple, foolproof recipes from food bloggers? Besides, if the goal was to prepare dishes that could heal illnesses, that was even easier. The medical texts I could purchase from the system's marketplace—others could buy them too. When the queen remained silent for a long moment, the accountant finally lifted his head. Seeing that the person before him was me, a flash of resentment flickered in his eyes.

Serena awoke with the spell book open to the thirty-first spell, the ingredients and spell written in italics. Spell ingredients: a pinch of nightshade a mushroom shoe A clutch of fresh mandrake Pig milk dried The blood of the injured Method: Mix the ingredients slowly until the mixture forms a paste, then apply the paste to the individual's wounds and recite the spell four times. Spell: Healing light of the moon goddess, bring forth light and heal the injured. x4

With a triumphant gleam in my eyes, I descended from the ladder, the ancient spell book in hand. I approached the bubbling pot, skimming through the pages of the spell book to confirm the ingredients I needed. “A feather from a raven, three drops of moonlight, a lock of the woman’s hair who you want to be forgotten, a pinch of dream dust.” I walked over to the shelf that contained the required ingredients. I had cut some strands of Isabella’s hair when I had invited her to the palace. One by one, I added the ingredients into the boiling pot and watched with an evil delight as the liquid boiled.

The first page read "Magix of Death and Life Coratova 912-920" As Aelfric flipped though the delicate pages he took in a hand written work with detailed drawings and recipes. The spells and writings were messy, with notes added, ingredients scratched out and replaced, and even whole pages torn out. It appeared to be experimental notes, the language was an older dialect, but still understandable. Elric stopped at a page with a brown smudge across the bottom, which held a recipe titled