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Doc comes and goes to see her, but she is almost a hermit, living in the west corner of the homestead. This used to be her ancestral home; someplace she visited from time to time, and thanks to her we found the secret tunnels under the estate that led to the apothecary that belonged to her long-forgotten relatives. The library of grimoires and books that contained histories we had never known. It opened up our knowledge on so many things and the Shaman was excited to be given more insight into things he always longed to know.

TRINITY I place the two suitcases on my bed when I notice Saph is flipping pages of my floral printed diary that I wrote when I was in high school. I haven’t seen that diary since I started dating Oli. “Saph, where did you get that?” Saph is lying on her stomach, propping her elbows with her eyes fixed on my diary on her hands. When I ask her to give it to me, but she doesn’t even look at me. Instead, she continues reading and flipping pages as if she’s so hooked up reading a romance novel.

Maybe from here, my life would settle down. _ _ _ I hope you enjoyed this first book! Book two is out now!! So be sure to look out for: "Goddess Diaries"

"The master ledger should be in the drawer." While he went to the desk, I approached the locked wooden cabinet on the wall. The door was made of dark, heavy plum wood, carved with the seal of the imperial apothecary. I used the brass keys to open it. Inside, the shelves were lined with small, blue-and-white porcelain jars. I began reading the labels. Red nightshade. Black locust. Death-cap extract. Then, my hand stopped on a small, unpainted grey clay jar. The label on it read: Gray Wolfsbane.

He shoves the heavy thing inward, steps back, nods toward the dark within. A space like this isn’t some dark chamber underground. This place holds books, yes - but nothing like the quiet halls I know. Different somehow, right from the first step inside. A circle of walls holds shelf after shelf, rising from floor to ceiling, made of deep-toned timber. Not filled with old poems or dusty histories wrapped in leather. These are diaries. Row upon row, possibly endless, uniform in shape, covered in dull gray fabric. In the middle stands one massive table - carved from ancient black wood - bathed in a pale green shine cast by glowing spheres sealed in glass boxes. Scattered throughout: diagrams of

Then a loud groan sounded, jason peeked through his hands as he saw the hands’ part ways and revealing a passage into the building, jason stood with a sigh, sorrena moved towards him, a smile on her face as they moved together into the building, a torch lit by itself, the rest did the same, jason looked around, the walls were covered with ancient writings that he could somehow read, jason chalked it up to weird divine powers he had been granted, Illummino the blood of the creator, third of the divinities, light of Aratia, That and a few were boldly written, what did they mean by the third of the divinities?, that was a question jason would ask when next they meet, Sorrena pointed to the door

He spoke with quiet conviction, then turned to take his leave, but not before casting a fleeting glance at Ragaleon. The Apothecarium smelled sharply of herbs and smoke, a pungent, earthy scent that clung to every corner. Shelves lined the walls, sagging slightly under the weight of glass bottles and jars, each filled with liquids of every imaginable hue—murky greys, deep ambers, and translucent greens that seemed to glow faintly in the candlelight. In the center of the room, a large cauldron simmered over a bed of smoldering charcoal, bubbles rising and bursting in the thick, dark herbal mixture. Wisps of steam curled upward, carrying the bitter aroma of roots, dried leaves, and crushed bar

Dax POV I yawn. Aya cracks an eyelid to glare at me. How she makes it work is truly beyond me. We're sitting in her cramped apothecary. Crystal bottles line the tables, standing like sentries. There's a large hearth just to my right, and a smokeless, impossibly clear flame burns over glowing coal. The smell of sage, incense, and burnt thornbush is thick in the air. Beads tinkle as they're stirred by the breeze. Outside, the sky has darkened to night. An owl hoots from a nearby tree. There's a vague sensation pressing down on my skin, as if trying to push through my pores. It makes Fenrir uncomfortable, but Aya has been my friend for years now and I'm no longer unnerved by the sensation of he

The maid curtsies “Moon Held, Lord Sigmond.” “Moon held.” I hear the door to these quarters shut as she leaves I take a book from the new additions to the small shelf in the bed chambers. I’d asked the servers to replace the previous books with others about anatomy, biology or poisons. ‘Natural poisons in the Forests of Rivera’ The title reads. I’ve read this book before, some year back in the SeraphFall Manor. There, where I had nothing to do but look after the Manor in the day, and had to find something else to do in the nights, the library had become the most obvious choice. If only there were more books, I wouldn’t have to read the same ones over and over simply to drown out the noise o