Onyx And Alabaster Coffee Novels & Stories

She asked, glancing around. “Don’t you bother, Beta Zoe. They made the mess, so they needed to clean it. How do you like your coffee? Espresso, cappuccino, macchiato, marocchino, caffè latte, caffè lungo, caffè doppio … you may need that extra to deal with these two, or maybe a caffè corretto that could also be good to deal with the princes.” Cora rattled off a list of things I couldn’t tell you that made them different.

It came out as a breathy moan. He nodded. "Dynasty Premier Grand Cru." I moaned as my eyes fell closed. I pressed a hand to my throat. "Burr grinder?" "Of course." My eyes wanted to roll up into my head. "French Press?" "Espresso." "Sweet bippy." I leaned against the wall. "If I beg for coffee, you still don't win." I fanned myself at the idea of drinking as close to nectar as I was ever going to get on this plane of existence.

“Care to join me?” I nodded and sat down opposite his desk, sipping one of the coffees. “Imported coffee from the human continent,” he said, eyeing me over his cup. “The biscotti, too. For all we have here, I have to admit that Moonstone coffee just doesn’t have the same kick.” “I’ll say.” The coffee was rich and strong, almost chocolatey, a far cry from the coffee we produced here. Moonstone loved its tea far more than coffee. And the biscotti—well, I wouldn’t deny that the dark chocolate and sugary sweetness was delicious.

“Okay, so I do have a list.” “She finds a new coffee shop,” I tell Holly. “Then she tries every single coffee on the menu. Then she stops going, and finds another one. It’s why she only ever goes to a chain when they have a new recipe out. And she buys coffee for home that I’ve never even heard of. Goat-digested and weasel-chewed.” “Monkeys, not weasels,” Francesca corrects me. “And its civets, not goats. That’s why it’s called Monkey Coffee and Civet Coffee.”

“Luna Lyara! We’re discussing the new coffee from the west. Want to join us?” I smiled softly and stepped closer. “Sure.” They welcomed me warmly. A palace servant quickly handed me a carved clay cup, its contents steaming with a rich aroma. The scent was rich, slightly bitter, with hints of caramel and cinnamon. A new combination for me, but pleasant. “Luna Lyara, Moon Market is an amazing idea,” said Luna Carine from the Ashveil Pack, leaning toward me. “I’m even jealous that I didn’t come up with it first.”