The Witch: Book Two of The Sorceress Saga by Taliesin Govannon (top 10 novels of all time .txt) 📗

combination of Orange Push-pop and Animal Mints strains, and one of the tastiest weeds out there.”

                Tiffany broke off a bud and handed it to me. I smelled it and could smell the citrus-mint of the plant.

                “Oh sweet Cerridwen, that’s heavenly!” I swooned.

                “Let me run this plant through the trimmer.” she said, opening a machine and breaking off large buds to put in there. “This plant has about eight pounds on it, so we should be good for the weekend.”

                “I should hope so!” I said as the machine worked.

                "Most medical strains of this top out at twenty-two to twenty-six percent THC." she said as she took trimmed buds out of the machine. "I've been working on upping that, and have been getting thirty-five to forty percent."

                “Oh, Jack’s going night night!” I grinned.

                Tiffany finished trimming the buds and packed all eight pounds of flower in one big bag. She then pulled a drawer out of the bottom of the trimmer and emptied the trim and shake that had come off of the buds in a gallon zip-lock bag.

                “I promised some trim and shake to Katsu.” she explained. “She’s going to make butter, and then cookies, for people for Yule.”

                Solstice! I thought. I almost forgot!

                “Ready to rock?” she asked me, breaking me out of my daze.

                “Lead the way.”

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                I think we hot-boxed the sitting area of our suite! I thought disbelievingly. Ten-foot ceilings, open flu in the fireplace and everything.

                There certainly was a haze in the air. Tiffany had rolled massive blunts for everyone, and even Trevor indulged.

                “This has the makings of an epic story,” he had said, “and I don’t want to pass out drunk too early!”

                He had tried to pace himself. We all did. We all failed.

                “Great Lilith's orgasms, I’m hungry!” Evelyn said, digging into a chocolate silk pie that had been delivered on a dessert cart earlier. Being too lazy to get a plate, she started eating right out of the pie pan.

                “Munchies are a myth.” Tiffany said, taking a puff off of a foot-long blunt. “Yes, if you’re hungry already then weed will bring that out. But if you’re satisfied when you smoke, it won’t really make you that hungry. It’s more of an excuse… you see a pan of brownies anytime, and it’s tempting to eat half of the pan if you love brownies. When we’re not high we don’t let ourselves eat half of the pan for various reasons. When we’re high, we use munchies as an excuse to do what we wanted to do anyway.”

                “Fuck you, it’s munchies.” Evelyn said, taking another bite.

                “Wait a minute." Jack said, about to hit a six-foot bong lit by Katsu. "What about those medical cannabis patients who use weed to stimulate appetite?"

                “Most of those are people with severe nausea from things like chemotherapy or other medication side effects.” Tiffany replied. “Cannabis takes care of the nausea, which allows someone’s natural hunger to come through. It just removes obstacles and intensifies the hunger already there… it doesn’t create it.”

                “I smoked some demon-cultivated weed once." Trevor added. "Gave me a four-hour erection!"

                “That’s just because you thought you were taking a darvocet you found on the table, only it was a Viagra!” Evelyn cut in.

                “Yeah, but the weed made taking care of it way more fun!” Trevor said, smiling.

                Jack filled half of the bong with smoke before signaling to Katsu to pull the slider. He sucked the entire hit in, held it for a moment, and exhaled.

                “Oh my!” He said in his best Sulu, and slowly floated down to the floor. “I think fifteen is my limit!”

                “My turn!" Katsu said, and took her place at the mouth of the six-foot tube. "Light it!"

                Jack touched the lighter to the fresh cannabis he had just loaded, and Katsu took several breaths, filling the six-foot tube completely with smoke. She gave the thumbs-up sign, and Jack lifter the slider, releasing the smoke.

                Katsu sucked all six feet of smoke into her lungs, held it, and exhaled it slowly into the room.

                Her exhale took almost thirty seconds! I thought, shocked.

                “Again." she said. Jack just shrugged and refilled the bowl.

                Seventeen massive bong-loads later, and the air was definitely thick and more opaque than ever.

                “She can out-smoke me.” Jack said blissfully, and Katsu bent over to kiss him.

                “Want to make me melt more than the weed?” she asked him, a wicked grin on her face.

                “Can you float me into the bedroom?” he asked with a stoned grin.

                Katsu waved her hands, and Jack floated up off of the floor and into the bedroom. Jack gave a little wave as she followed him and closed the door.

                “That Witch can smoke!” Tiffany said, respect in her voice.

                I looked at my own blunt, six inches burned. “Becoming the Sorceress has upped my tolerance.” I observed.

                “Are you sure it’s not living in Casa Doobie, with the endless supply?” Evelyn asked. “Jack may top out your guy’s weed usage, but none of you are slouches.”

                “Vincent and Angelique have a bit of a… reputation among vampires for their shade habits.” Trevor chimed in. “So it’s natural that they enable the most pot-soaked household in existence.”

                “It IS a lot.” Gaia agreed.

                “Look,” I said, “a year and a half ago, I was a young lady on the cusp of my senior year and adulthood. Then I get a boyfriend… great, right? Then I get a legendary magickal mantle dropped on my shoulders out of nowhere, a budding love triangle stretching back ten thousand years, and unknown powerful actors trying to kill me.” I re-lit my six remaining inches of blunt. “I don’t care if I’m the first person to OD on THC, I’m grateful for the cushioning that the cannabis has given me! If I could never relax, I would have