Blood Moon (Blood Moon, Book 1) by Dawn Thompson

Author:Dawn Thompson [Thompson, Dawn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780505526809
Amazon: 0505526808
Publisher: Love Spell
Published: 2007-03-01T23:00:00+00:00

bloodlust will no longer rule you. You will be as I am … so long as you repeat the rite once each year when a full moon rises. It need not be a blood moon thereafter, though there is greater power in such a moon. Now, I must warn you-the rite will not make you immune to the vampire’s kiss, Jon. The undead will still be able to corrupt you and believe me they will try. This is the best that I can offer, my friend.”

“What are these herbs that I must gather? Where can I find them?”

“Borage grows here in this wood. Since time out of mind it has been used to cleanse the blood of poisons and as an antidote for the bite of rabid animals. Brew a handful of the leaves. Broom grows in the rocky foothills-get enough of their tops to fill the well of your cupped palm, likewise steeped. Milk thistle-the hearts of several plants as well as the seeds are needed. You will find them in pastures. Rue you will gather in the mountains. Steep the fresh leaves and use them sparingly; it is stronger than all the rest. You will need skullcap, called mad-dogweed by some. You will find it by the stream. Steep the whole herb. Last but not least is barsa weed, a cress that lives in the stream, the most important ingredient of all. It is the catalyst that binds the lot. Without it, the draught is useless. These all may be steeped together, then strained, and the liquid drunk. I will write the proportions down for you. They must be exact. There is no margin for error. A warning: This concoction is a poison that will counter the other poison in your blood. It’s somewhat like an antidote, but more of a preventative. It would kill an ordinary man, and you will at some point believe that you are dying from the dose, but you will not, though you will have visions …

some of them frightening. These will pass.”

“I am not skilled at identifying the different species of herb,” Jon said. “Skullcap and rue I know, but the others…”

“I am,” said a quiet voice from the shadows. Both men’s heads snapped toward Cassandra, who was swinging her feet to the floor. “My mother kept a kitchen garden. Her herbal cures were legendary in

Cornwall. Doctors came to her for their medicines. I helped her gather the herbs.”

“You’re sure?” Jon said.

“I’ve seen broom on the rocky hillsides hereabouts,” she informed them. “Its leaves are tiny, oval-shaped.

It has yellow flowers shaped like peas that give off a strong, sweet fragrance. My mother used to make a distillation of perfume from them. It was much sought after by the local aristocracy, and brought a fine price. I saw milk thistles, in a pasture near the inn. The leaves are gray, with silverywhite veins. The flowers have purple tops, with prickly bottoms. There are skullcap plants growing right out by the stream. One can hardly miss their brilliant blue flowers.

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