Luscia scraped more ennus thorn over a clean phial. “Regardless of where we stand, I couldn’t just turn you away.”
— House of Bastiion, The Haidren Legacy (Book 1)
“Noxolo, I swear if that reek is coming from you, I’m going to shove kheflre root down your throat to finally clear you out,” Declan swore through a clamped jaw.
— House of Bastiion, The Haidren Legacy (Book 1)
The distinct odors of old produce and imported drink mingled in the clouds of smoked pipe marrow escaping from dirtier, less frequented tents. Zaethan despised these smells, which told a story of waste and addiction, cheap trade and desperation.
— House of Bastiion, The Haidren Legacy (Book 1)
Luscia leaned against the mattress in confusion, cataloguing the rather ordinary collection of materials. Well, ordinary for Alora’s proficiency, at least. She couldn’t comprehend why an apothecary should be locked…