Poultice
While writing A Feast of Souls, I researched herb lore because the heroine, Mana, is a spirit walker. In the Araneae world, that makes her a spiritual leader for her clan, one who can walk in between worlds and aid in healing from the spiritual plane. Mana also studies herbology. During the course of the book, she mentions making a poultice to draw infection from a sword wound.
A poultice, or cataplasm, is a soft mass (made from bread, meal, or clay and medicated with herbs) spread on fabric and heated before being applied to sores or cuts. They are used to draw out infection, treat boils and abscesses or to cure itchy rashes.
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Poultices can also be used to remove stains on porous
materials, such as granite and marble countertops and floors.
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Because they ease inflammation, poultices are commonly
used on horses.
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Applications for poultices are only limited by their
ingredients.
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A Feast of Souls
Excerpt
Tonight we fought for our freedom. If we lost…I wanted to know this male’s kiss.
Vaughn cleared his throat. “We could make up for lost time.”
“You’d do that, for me?” My smile was impossible to stop. I
should be afraid—of him, of this night, of the outcome of two bound prisoners
against a score of Theridiidae. “How kind you are.”
But I wasn’t afraid. Vaughn’s presence enveloped me, kept me
safe against all odds. My skin tightened and my head ached as I was forced to
consider perhaps it had never been him I feared, but his effect on me.
Tradition demanded I save myself for my soul mate. My heart, well, it was less
inclined to wait. With no visible aura and no possible future, I gave myself to
this moment.
Vaughn closed the distance between us. “This is not the
first kiss you deserve.”
“Who said this was my first?” I was a warm-blooded female
and males had interested me.
His brow furrowed. “You’re Salticidae.”
“I am.” I wished my hands were free to shape his broad
shoulders. “I’m also waiting.”
“Then we’re even.” His head lowered. Our breaths mingled.
“I’ve waited for this.”
Surprise parted my lips, and he claimed my mouth with hunger
that sank into my bones. One brush of his lips and I was lost. His tongue
traced the entrance to my mouth, seeking permission I granted by inclining my
head. Desire fogged my mind, the low rumble in the back of his throat making
tension coil low in my stomach. Our bodies pressed so close, I realized how
well we fit.
The thrust and glide of Vaughn’s tongue mirrored the erotic
turn of my thoughts. No. I
could not indulge in this male when I had one of my own somewhere. When the
gods brought my soul mate to me, I would not go to him sullied or disgraced for
being so weak I gave away my virtue.
Suddenly the bite of rope on my wrists was a welcome
reminder of our circumstances. Over the pounding of my heart, I heard his raw
breaths and saw wildness glint in his eyes. I withdrew.
If our display hadn’t earned us the full attention of our
guards, I might have considered a roll in the snow to cool the heat making it
hard for me to breathe. Gods’ web he had my mind dazed.
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