Cure Mint นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She always framed it as Alice trying to be helpful, trying to cure her weak womb. But Alice Adams didn't have a helpful bone in her body. I carefully disentangled myself from Sabrina and slipped out of bed. I walked to the living room, opening my laptop on the dining table. The glow of the screen was harsh in the dark room. I typed into the search bar: Herbs that smell like mint and cause miscarriage. The results populated instantly. PENNYROYAL (Mentha pulegium). Description: A member of the mint family. Historically used as an abortifacient. Highly toxic in essential oil form.

Turned and kept walking. The cottage was east of the lab, past a small stand of birch trees. Built from timber — not large, but clean. Ethan pushed the door open and let me go in first. "Laurent said you like mint. The one on the windowsill is a northern wild variety — different from the southern strains. Give it a smell." I stood in the middle of the cottage. Someone had lit the fireplace ahead of time. The wood crackled and popped, firelight flickering on the log walls. Warm.

°SERENA° I came home late tonight, though I’m happy my application was approved and Adrian didn’t do anything to ruin it. All I need to do now is prepare the herbs, give him his needling, and then collapse into bed. Sleep is calling me like a lullaby, and tomorrow is the weekend—a rare chance to breathe. But why do I feel so drained? It was past 9 by the time I finished making the herbal medicine. The rich aroma of the herbs wafted through the air, but even that couldn’t energize me. Now, all that’s left is to deliver it and do the needling. Then, sleep.

Before he can react, I stood up and ran for the herbs. I giggled when I heard a growl but I know he wouldn’t had let me go. I was looking for that special herbs, chervil, they’re known for their properties and are used for centuries. I found chervil, took them and cobnuts. I made an ointment by pounding them in stones.

After a moment of soul-searching Catherine heeds on the right side corner of the cottage, prentices of bottles long and thick, patties of soap that soften the skin, tubs with ointments for noses and lotions for hands, and vials of fats and powders every shade of the rainbow A basket of browning herbs and rack upon rack of her mixtures. “It's always been my profession to formulate things from the plants in my garden,” smiles Lady Kristy, who provides remedies “I make spirit liquor, too. Try this,” she adds, handing over me a glass of her latest work-in-progress. “I extracted it from that plant out there in the cave which I call 'spirit Mint'.” The liquid is colorless and tastes like nothing s

he waved the bunch of herbs in his hand. "You can help me do that while we wait for her," he finished. I was a little bit disappointed that I couldn't take The Oath right then, but I didn't want to appear over enthusiastic. Knowing Mason, he might get a bad feeling about it. So I nodded and collected the herbs from him. This time, he let me. "You have to make a fire to boil some water. The specially cultured mint works best as a tea. We would be needing to add some …" he directed me and I immediately set to action, glad to be lost in the activity.