Book And Quill Recipe Novels & Stories

He does back, almost reverently, while I get down to my knees, and dig it out of the ash and leftover wood. And there it is, in all its glory. It is large; significantly large for a book, about two hands wide and two hand spans long. As Quain lifts it out of the debris, the air seems to thrum around it. 'Did you see that?' I gasp. 'What?' he asks. They both look genuinely confused, so I know they cannot see it. Why, though?

The shelves jumped out of the way as he approached. The long table was littered with all sorts of things–potion ingredients (owl feathers, hairs from cat tail, nail of a cougar, bat wings, rattlesnake fangs, and a myriad other things he couldn’t identify), funny looking powder, a pewter cauldron on a gas stove with a ladle beside it, an athame, a wand, a mortar and pestle with what looked like shriveled frogs inside it, a pair of gleaming golden weighing scales, a small broom, a box full of glass bottles, an assortments of herbs, other odds and ends, and a stuffed cat. Or at least, Aaron thought it was a stuffed cat until it jumped down the table, startling Aaron. Keyah let out a yelp.

I had to admit, I was impressed…despite the odd choice of ingredients. Eventually, after what felt like hours of precise work, Alison set down a flask containing a swirling violet liquid. The room filled with the pungent scent of herbs, blood, and something sweet I couldn’t quite place. The mixture shimmered unnaturally in the light, casting eerie reflections on the walls. I glanced at her nervously. “Is that it?” She grinned and nodded, flipping open her spell book to a page filled with strange, ancient symbols. She began chanting softly, the words rolling off her tongue in a language I couldn’t understand.

There are three steps to make ointment: Boil the ingredients, Make a witch thread, The black wolf curse. She picked up Witch Rosaline's book, "Exorcism: Eldritch werewolf", and while reading from there, she started adding the plants and herbs that she had brought from a plant shop in Markkhstan Dari into the boiling fat. The first step was to make sure that none of her ingredients would go astray or become contaminated.