Path of the Lion (Chapter 1)
Asher asked as he took the seat across from venn and poured himself a glass of redcurrant cordial from the flask on the table.
The Familiar
Hieronymous hurried to equip each broomstick with a flask of acid or foul-smelling substances before sending his inhuman army through the door to confront the legion of townspeople.
LSH 7: Homework and Homes
Spotting his pouch nestled against the back wall of the pen, he trotted over and plucked out a brown flask with a green lid.
Chapter 2: Farming With Magic Isn’t Easy
He huddled together and pulled out a flask from his cloak pocket, a sip of whisky to calm his nerves. exhausted, he fell into a deep sleep and began to dream. in the dream realm he was standing on the hill that overlooked the tower.
Culture Clash
She pulled out what was clearly a flask, "want something to hell cool off?" "fine." ghost popped open the cap and started to drink.
The Booker and the Wanderer (Draft)
Steffon took back his flask and drank a sip of his own, then he emptied the rest of the flask into vale’s open jaws, giving her what probably equated to a dragon’s sip.
In The Land of Ancients: Chapter 3
They help treat wounds, refills this certain type of flask," she explained, holding up an orange flask like mine. "it can heal your wounds, illnesses, poison, toxin, and so on and so forth. but not curses.
A Noir- Prolouge
Anyways there i was here i am cigarette in on hand flask of whiskey in the other, pouring over dozens of unsolved cases. i guess i should introduce myself, my name is detective nick fury, or so it said on my front door.
Solholm's Incident - Prologue
Every color from the rainbow was displayed in his potion shelf, divided by flask size. books about alchemy and enchantments were arranged into three same sized piles on the floor, desk and upside down hanging from the ceiling.
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book X Chapter 58
"what are you hiding my precious" she shook the covered in scales flask, listening in closely, the sound it made reminded her so much of mushed guts she crushed between her teeth so very often.
A Christmas Truce
We filled his greatcoat pockets with souvenirs - tins of cheese and chocolate, sixpences, lucky mascots, a flask robinson had made from a german shell casing.
Forsaken
Cristine felt herself say as she stared first at the dead creature's face and then the lump of bread and flask of water in either hand. she was numb from the long walk, not to mention the still painful burn covering her front.