The Lost Apothecary Summary Novels & Stories

Their teasing back and forth was replaced with the sound of spraying water, and for some reason it brought Hollis back to the first time she met her shady dealer. A not so distant memory she tried to push away, but couldn’t. ******************** A/N: I normally don’t disclose warnings before graphic scenes in my novels since they’re displayed at the start of each book, but I feel like it’s necessary in this case. Detailed drug usage ahead- read at your own discretion. I don’t want to run the risk of triggering anyone. Four years prior, Lewiston Maine

he explained. While the Apothecary Scriptures were comprehensive, they were written in obtuse jargon. Logan had spent time deciphering them and discovered the real formula for the perfect miracle drug. The old one was a sham. "The Logang's ingredients are expensive, and production is limited. You can purchase only one bottle for 3,000 dollars at the Spring Hall or Swalesbury General Hospital." He added, "If there are any side effects, the Spring Hall will treat them free of charge. We'll also compensate you ten times the original price."

Despite her cold response, Karimba Cellon couldn't bear the thought of her leaving, of her being away from him. Karimba Cellon felt an immense sense of loss. Before, Alley Houston had always been gentle with him, except for those moments when she would inexplicably lose control. He took a deep breath, suppressing his complex emotions, and spoke to Alley Houston: "Please have the soup and take your medicine for a speedy recovery."

The Apothecary Society had laid claim to the east wing, and it showed — delicate glass vials and pestle bowls were scattered across tables, herbs hung in bunches from hooks near the windows, and the smell of lavender, damp soil, clung to the air like memory. I lingered near a patch of nightbloom ivy, watching its petals unfurl toward the sunlight like it was some ancient ritual. A distraction — welcome, fleeting — from the low hum of voices behind me. Ingrid had vanished down one of the aisles, in search of what she so optimistically called “viable options,” leaving me momentarily alone, a guest at a gathering I hadn’t been invited to, and yet couldn’t seem to escape.

At once, I saw something that could speed up our process with the cyaxin antidote. I quickly pulled it out, scanning the contents. I nodded, satisfied with it. I pulled out a few more books about rare plants and poisons that weren’t in the books I'd read in our pack. Then there were a few more books about healing, which I didn’t hesitate to take. There was also a thick leather book in the farthest corner. It was a journal of an unnamed Healer and innovator who chose to hide their identities for their own safety. There were notes of their few inventions that were lost to time, as well as unfinished projects. Written in it were the trial and errors and what could have been done, the repeated f

The Lincoln limousine drove off amidst Corey's frantic curses. … Fortunately, my rental apartment wasn't far. I dragged my bruised body and limped back to the place. After stripping off the foul-smelling clothes, I carefully washed myself from head to toe. Lying in bed, I tried to comfort myself that I'd start a new life tomorrow after a good rest. The next morning, I called the junk collector and sold off everything I had bought with Lydia—the projector, the couch, the mattress—all of it. Her clothes and her headphones went straight into the trash.

So they had to rely on both legitimate and black market suppliers, buying small amounts here and there of different varieties and strengths, then guess at the appropriate mixture. So far, it had worked. “Do you have enough for tonight?” Leda asked, concern colouring her voice as she stared over her sister’s shoulder. “I think so. The Zack’s closed down their apothecary after their daughter was married an Alpha from the political region. The Alpha had bought them a pleasant place on the middle levels so they have retired. So I had to find a new supplier for the extra.” Cythia answered. “Who?” Leda asked, not so much because she minded but in the hopes that her sister would see how much leda v

he says after thinking for a second “You don…..” my words get cut off by a knock on the door. It was a secretary “Argon, here is your order” he says looking between me to Argon slightly puzzled. “Drop it down there” he orders in and the secretary drops the package on the sofa table and walks away. “Yes. You were saying” he says raising an eyebrow while walking towards the couch. “I was asking why you think I might not have lost my memory” I question suddenly recalling while following him to the couch

and I stood up while I stretch my hands up, I looked at Amelia and she was still sleeping, I walked out of the room and went to buy some new toothbrush for I and Amelia, I walked back into the room and saw that she was stirring virgorouslt in her sleep, I rushed to her, Amelia, Amelia, I said trying to calm down, she gasp while she opened her eyes, she sat up on the bed looking panicked, I sat beside her stroking her hair, it’s okay, everything is alright, it was only a dream, she looked at me her eyes wide open like fear or shocked, do you want to tell me what happened, I asked, she nodded her head, no, she said, she sigh and layed back down on the bed starting up at the ceiling, her hand t

He'd been at the hospital when Mama had been brought in, I realised. Or, the woman I'd known as Mama, anyway, though it seemed like a lifetime ago, with all that had happened since. He smiled sympathetically, asking questions as he examined my leg, which I answered in something of a daze as all the memories came flooding back at once. So much, in such a short time, it was all too easy to get lost in it all. Saxon squeezed my hand as he sat beside me, bringing me back to the moment, as the nurse turned to report to a not so familiar pack doctor, who immediately began grabbing things from the largest med satchel I'd ever seen.