Nitre In The Cask Of Amontillado 소설 & 이야기

His fury. Now, the city of Clovis belongs to him, hook line and sinker. He inhales the fresh air through the open window, the wind carrying the scent of triumph mixed with the earthy tang of spilled blood. A glass of an Italian Amarone della Valpolicella 1951—an exotic Veneto red wine made out of Corvina, Rondinella and Molinara grapes—rests in his hand, the liquid catching the fading moon’s reflection, as if it too is tainted with the blood of his enemies. His eyes drift toward a nova that has appeared briefly in the darken skies, seeing nothing but a symbol of victory through it, yet feeling the weight of it, heavy as iron shackles.

The locker clicked open. Inside sat two vials. Both are identical. Both labeled with tiny handwritten notes. One said: ANTIDOTE FOR DANTE The other said: SEDATIVE FOR SOFIA - SHE'S AWAKE AND SUFFERING And beneath both vials, a note in Catalina's handwriting:

Jack angrily said, "That’s slander. The police have already collected their evidence and concluded that there was no problem with that night’s dinner." Finn said, "The cold leftovers were fine, but that didn’t mean it was the same when the food was hot. That’s because there are some toxins that only work at high temperatures." Finn took out the Château Lafite Rothschild that had a little wine left. “Old Master Ares, do you recognize this bottle?" Jack's facial expression dropped a little. ‘How did this bottle get here?’ "Everyone here has seen this bottle of red wine," Jack said.

" We walked faster. The need was getting stronger. The attraction. The want. I needed him. Right now. Right here. What the fuck was happening to me? Nero stopped walking. Turned to me. His eyes were different. Darker. More silver than green. "The drink," he said. Voice rough. Strained. "The coconut drink you gave me. Please tell me the stem didn't have purple roots attached to it." My stomach dropped. "Weird that you mention it. It did. Why?" "Fuck me." "What?" "That wasn't a coconut, Remi. That was an ace nut." "What's an ace nut?"

I was about instructing the guards to take them to the hall when a maid appeared, apparently from nowhere, and pressed a pouch of white powder into my hands. "What's this?" I asked, staring at it suspiciously. "“Montanne demands that it is added to the wine. It's imported spice and very expensive. She says no one must taste it after mixing till you serve the wine taster." That was odd. But I nodded and dismissed her. I did as Montanne asked and kept the rest tucked in my robe. If it was truly expensive, I couldn't leave it lying around. The powder dissolved easily as I added it to the wine. It didn't change the color or texture. It was just... gone.

Yes, Angie had definitely been watching me. “Found something,” Vlad called out from under the bed. He pulled himself out and stood before me, showing me a small bottle with black liquid. “What’s that?” “This is Nitrician 2,” Vlad said. “It’s an extremely lethal poison made of nitrician acid, wolfsbane and liquefied silver. This can kill any werewolf within two minutes.” Our eyes met, and I’m sure mine showed some fear. “She wanted to kill me,” I said, realising the gravity of the situation.

He wore a black t-shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants. In his hands, he held two bottles of liquor, “Does this Louis XIII Rare Cask 42.1 count as a peace offering?” he asked, a smile on his face but that smile vanished when he saw me. His eyes, blue and piercing, were just like Alessandro’s. It was like staring into a mirror reflecting my worst fears. I sucked in a sharp breath, my lungs feeling too tight for the air I tried to pull in. Nikolai’s gaze darkened, narrowing to slits. His face hardened, the wide smile he had on his face seconds ago vanished like smoke.

Because she felt like something he had never truly possessed before. A home. A place that didn’t demand perfection before allowing him inside. When Enola finally ended the call, Damian stepped outside carrying two glasses and a bottle of wine he had found inside the storage cabinet. Enola raised one brow immediately. “Pinot Noir?” Damian uncorked the bottle calmly. “Sensitive but complex,” he answered smoothly. “Thin-skinned with cherry, berries, and spices.” Enola stared at him for a second before laughing softly in disbelief. “That’s what I said.”

“You show them where to go, I'll get the drinks I Sorta gave Mrs Easton the rest of the day off, it's her birthday, “ I said, turning toward the kitchen. I grabbed some wine glasses when I went for the wine. I froze . I had no idea where the wine even was. “The wine is in the wine cellar,” I turned to meet Nicholas' gaze. “I don't know where that is. Can you show me?” He nods, walking to the door off to the left of the kitchen that leads to stairs. At the bottom were countless bottles of wine. “Which do you prefer?” He walks over to the smallest rack and grabs a bottle with dust on it and places it in my hands. “Domaine de la Romanée-Conti Grand Cru 1945,”

Grandpa Mack drop a frame on the wall and thrust his hand on a small hole,he drag out a bottle of a vintage wine and a packet of cigarettes,Xander jump up with an outcry. "Shhh"Grandpa Mack give him the packet and wine. "I said no wine"he examine the drink in his hand "Domaine de la Romanee-Conti “Romanee-Conti” 1965,why am I just seeing this?" "Quiet down,I don't want to be chastised" "Why?this is supposed to be in your cellar,what about the Screaming Eagle Cabernet you bought?wait! do you smoke now grandpa?"Xander remove a cigarette from the packet.