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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

A receipt for some candles and special herbs, he had been almost ready to dispose of it until he looked closer. It was no ordinary receipt. And the date was very recent. Two days ago, but it was the address that caught his eye. A witch was never far from her apothecary. Depending on how frequent they performed spells, they would often visit the shops around them to restock on herbs, candles and whatnot. This address was in New York, far from the apartments but it gave him a better lead. Chinatown. There was no other reasons she'd go and get herbs that far unless she lived in the area. Or knew people in the area. He was going to find her.

I wait until he’s upstairs and his bedroom door closes before I creep into the foyer again, listening to Josie and Adrian whisper-fighting down the hall. “I can’t wait for you to go back to Wellington,” she hisses, but then her voice changes to something bright and amicable as she places another food order. The microwave beeps, and Adrian howls, hissing under his breath as what I assume is steaming hot popcorn is dumped into a bowl, but I’m not here to eat and watch a movie. I look back into the study, my heart hammering. Where would she keep the book? Not out in the open, for sure. It’s the only copy left of the grimoire, The Book of Whispers, the recipes within capable of undoing the fabri

28 Sienna. There’s a rhythm to the apothecary I like best in the early hours. There were no customers, no clinking of bottles or awkward small talk. Nothing but the creak of floorboards and the quiet pulse of herbs straining through cheesecloth. Peace. Until recently, that peace had been dependable and predictable. Now it’s cracked.

Walking into the apothecary was like stepping back in time or into a fantasy book. The clock was made of wood and counted time in Roman figures. The walls were made of grey stones and there were candles everywhere, no hint of electricity or any technology in sight. I saw different bottles and pots as well as old books and a few herbs. The space was cluttered and dim. A tall, pale brunette stood behind the counter, brooms that looked like something witches used to fly was against the wall. “Hello.” Her voice was crisp and polite, about as inviting as a glacier.

she coaxed,"Once you're getting better with control. You guys can come back around." "Well, I'm not so sure about that now," I said. "Then we still have each other," Octavia looked into my eyes. I gazed back, not saying anything else. ~*~ There was still no progress in the library. The books were impossible. We had looked through thick and thin for days, but not even a glimpse of that last diary appeared. I sat on the floor reading a pile of books next to me whereas Octavia was standing against the shelf flipping through pages of another manuscript.

He asked in confusion, “How did you know that Wyldeweed is addictive?” “I read about it from a book on the desk in the Thousand Herbs Study.” Puzzled, Adrian asked, “Wasn’t it you who opened that book?” “It wasn't me!” Lionel quickly said, “I’m illiterate. I don’t understand anything written in those books.” Bucky thought about it and said, “I only know one person who loves to read. If you saw it on the desk, it must be Dr. Claude. He studies every day.” Adrian and Lionel looked at each other. They said nothing and swiftly got on their horses. They had to return to Medicis Manor. There was something that they needed to verify.

"Don't bother with that kind of thinking. She's the type of woman who stays above everyone else, and you should just accept that. Don't waste your energy fantasizing about it." Caden felt embarrassed by the rebuke. Mikayla certainly had a way of reading his thoughts accurately, he had to admit. … By midday, Andrew had finished his morning work crafting elixirs and headed to the cafeteria with Amari. While it was called a cafeteria, it was actually the most upscale restaurant at Sovereign's Apothecary. The profit margins in the alchemy business far exceeded those of gold, weapons manufacturing, or even some of the shadiest underground enterprises. In other words, the returns were almost incom

Dust motes spiraled through the shafts of late afternoon light, settling on rows of books that seemed to be holding their breath. Which meant something was happening elsewhere in the house. And that meant Autumn wasn’t telling her everything again. Jade set aside her notes and flipped back through the Veilwalker Apocrypha, an unofficial, unapproved collection of personal spells, protection rites, and "soul-binding risks" that the Council had once banned. She’d borrowed it from Dominic’s private archive without asking. She found the passage at the very back. Handwritten. Tucked between two pages with salt-burned corners: