The Poisoner (The Poisoner #1)

by I.V. Ophelia

None of these characters should be held in any high regard, they are sometimes not even palatable to the most senseless of us. They were designed strictly for fictional consumption. Eat well, my loves.

Alina’s deadly nature allowed me some creative freedom now that I knew that my toy would not easily break.

Humans were so obnoxiously delicate.

“You know, when a snake bites, it is usually because it gave you a fair warning to run.”

I was most jealous of that scarf around his neck—which I would love to replace with my hands.

“The only problem is that the snake could never anticipate that the mongoose has a resistance to her unforgiving bite, and has developed a taste for his rival’s flesh.”

“Don’t be silly. You are a man, not a mongoose,” I sneered. “Again, I am neither

“You heard me perfectly fine.”

“I try to kill you, and you take it as flirtation?”