Potioner

The “potioners,” so far from casting evil spells around the ball, say that rubber centres cannot be moulded to the perfect shape; […]

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The woman’s knees were swollen, misshapen knobs of bone. Hopelessly arthritic. “Aren’t they pretty, Vice Prefect? They’re the price an athlete pays. And the pain is unbearable. No medicine, no amulet relieves it, not even the compassionate Isis to whom I pray daily. Only wine mixed with opium—which I buy from the potioners, yes—dulls it enough so that I can live my life as I wish to.[…]”

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“That Ceid thing? Bad business. You want to know about the poison.” That was the Grillig I remembered. “It didn’t come from around here,” he said. “There might be a handful of potioners in Gerse who deal in stuff like that. Freitag up in Sixth, or maybe Ver — nay, he’s gone to the gallows. Anyway, with the restrictions and the embargoes, nobody wants to take that kind of risk these days.”

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We don’t have wars anymore. We have Warlocks, but the name doesn’t mean what it sounds like: In Underground, the Warlocks are potioners.

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