The Salt Fix Novels & Stories

Damian rarely eats in the morning, but with the hour creeping toward midday it feels safer to assume he might. Better to have food ready than nothing at all. None of us really enjoy oatmeal. It is warm and filling but soft and bland in a way that makes everyone sigh. That is why the salt exists. The magic salt. There is still plenty left from the batch made months ago. Back then Caleb was barely eating. Every meal felt like a battle. A little magic helped convince him food was worth it again. Eventually he asked for his own small stash. Saying no never felt like an option. One condition came with it though. The salt could not become a habit. Too much of it could pull a person in deeper than

“Uh… what?” ~Salt is more than just for making meat tasty. It has a lot of uses that most people aren’t aware of. They’re also used for soap.~ “Wait, what? That’s a lie.” David gave Elizabeth a deadpan look. ~No, it’s the truth.~ Elizabeth’s face paled as she realized that her only form of hygiene would disappear if their salt supply was to disappear. “... What else?” ~It also helps us preserve a large amount of meat we get when we hunt. It prevents spoilage and allows us to store our food. And if we ever find ice, we can use rock salt to extend its lifespan.~

"Here are the initials you already know: S for Seraphine, E for Elowen, A for Amaury. Here is their rope. Pull it in public. Tie it to your doors. Make them break it where everyone can see." Sel stepped from a doorway at the edge of the square with a face that argued with its owner. He wore his eel like a medal. He had a bruise on his jaw where Harp's rope had taught him theology. He smiled like money. "Lies," he said beautifully. "Pirates and their theatrics. A town like this loves a show."

After noticing the dejected expressions, Anthony waved his hands and abruptly stated. The three women were staring at him, and he nearly felt a chill. "There is a misunderstanding here. Anthony is correct, this salt is not the same as the one that is forbidden in the empire. Please double-check." Gildar made his way toward Sia. He handed Sia a pouch that materialized in his hand at the last second. Sia examined the sack carefully before opening it. The salt appeared to be the same. However, the texture was different, and when she injected mana into it, she experienced no disruption in the mana's flow.

That was the shortest compared to our long-haired companions. Everyone there was interested in his question and my answer. "May I know your name?" I asked him. I saw that he was embarrassed because of that. "Excuse me, I'm Ricaforth," he introduced me and held out his hand. I accepted that. "Salt is a natural antiseptic and anti-inflammatory element. I saw that their wounds were getting infected which could get worse and the herbs couldn't handle it earlier. So I asked the nurses for help to boil water and apply of salt to wash the wounds. I didn't expect it to have a better effect on their wounds because all I wanted was to stop the infection," I explained to them. I don't want them to thin

Can he erase being the first monster who touched her that night? No. “Can you pay Lucy Roshid,” I ask darkly, “for shoving your disgusting cock inside her the way you did that first night?” His face twists in confusion. “Lucy Roshid? I don’t know any…” “Salt.” The word slices through the room. “The girl you knew as Salt at Davenport.” Recognition slams into his face. Then horror. Pure, naked horror. “P...Please…” I don’t hesitate. Not for even a second. I raise the silencer. Aim straight for his chest.

I sighed, stepping back. He kept staring down until he heard the splash. A smile crept onto his face. "Caitlin, did you see it? She's gone," he mumbled. "I've finally avenged you." His tone was full of affection, but I only felt sick. He sat by the elevator, pulling our marriage certificate out of his pocket. His fingers brushed over my profile as he murmured, "I messed up. Forgive me. I'll make it right." I caught on to his implication and stepped back. "Don't even think about it."

I'll fix this. I'll make sure we're safe again.

Elion asks wiping his hands on a fresh towel. “You get anything?” He looks at the guy with disgust, “Just his name, Liam.” “Good. Let’s make this more interesting.” I walk to the table with a few weapons and other gadgets laying neatly on a tray. I pick up a small blade and some salt. “Sea salt huh?” Elion chuckles under his breath, “Table salt not good enough for his highness.” I snort, “Salt is salt.” “Don’t let Alice hear you say that.” I raise an eyebrow, “We had a lengthy debate about salt. Four hours later is when I relented with Alice winning the debate that pink Himalayan salt is the best and healthiest.”

Fruits and nuts had a small, natural, amount of salt within them, but once they were relying on winter stashes of food, additional jarred salt was needed to get through the cold snap. For Shuule's entire life, the Second Great City had a monopoly on the salt market, as they had figured out how to make it rather than being at the mercy of the Merman tribe, which was more or less extinct now. Traditionally, the city would visit other villages, and trade salt for females - and their mates, which is how the city had expanded so fast.