Devil's Tongue Knot Novels & Stories

"Knot tinctures must be extracted from dangerous and foul smelling plants like; crown imperials, voodoo lilies or perhaps, devil trumpets." At the skeptical looks on the witches faces she added. "Do not fret so, the critters serve as a neutralising agent." She uncovered a tincture, "now,witches, you put just a tiny drop of tincture." When the measurement was done, with only one eye opened widely, she grabbed the jar of insects and threw in a wiggling critter into the cauldron. "The knot elixir's main element is honey, too." She said, putting five drops in.

The timer on the screen read: 23:47. Claire’s muffled scream echoed through the speakers as the blade pressed closer, drawing a thin line of blood. Elena’s world narrowed to that single image. The man who had just killed for her, who had confessed his year-long obsession, now stood at her side as the real cost of their twisted union stared back at them in high definition. The devil’s contract had just claimed its first true casualty, and the night was far from over.

Ryan was equally proficient—years of surgical precision weren’t just for show. The other two, however, were struggling. Caleb was dead serious about it. He scrutinized Martha’s every move, trying to apply logic to the different root structures. He frowned, studied a piece for a long minute, and then confidently tossed it into a basket. “Wait, not that one!” Martha called out. “That’s ginseng, not dong quai. You can’t mix those up!” Caleb quickly pulled it back out, looking uncharacteristically embarrassed. In his eyes, the two brown, gnarly roots looked like identical twins.