Toph Novels & Stories

I take the water he offered and chug it down. “I am Aiden” he introduces himself “I am an orderly here, I will bring you meals and meds basically.” He says passing me the plate. I want to tell him to fuck off and where he can shove his food but my stomach does a lurch to tell me its been ages since we last ate and whatever is under the cover smells good. Removing the cover it’s roast beef and vegetables. My stomach makes another noise at me to tell me that we are not passing this up. I wonder if it’s poisoned and then realise they just injected me with pure wolfsbane in front of me. Why would they need to hide poison in my food?

he said. “That’s what Damon said.” “He was right.” Marcus picked up his fork. “He’s occasionally right about things.” “Frequently,” Zara said. “Let’s not go that far.” “Marcus,” Damon said. “I know I said it. In the notebook. I stand by the sentiment, I dispute the word frequently.” Marcus pointed his fork. “Occasionally is accurate. Frequently implies more than fifty percent of instances.” “It’s well over fifty percent,” Zara said. “I disagree.”