the small, deceptively innocent-looking berries of deadly nightshade. “That one’s a favorite in murder mysteries,” she said. “Supposedly ten berries will kill a person. The poison’s called atropine.” “The name comes from Atropos, one of the three Fates,” Peach said. “Oh, now you’re showing off again.” “What good is knowing stuff if you can’t use it? Atropos was a bitch of a Fate. She could take you out by cutting the last thread of your life’s tapestry.” He made a snipping motion with his hand. “I’ll steer clear of her.”
the small, deceptively innocent-looking berries of deadly nightshade. “That one’s a favorite in murder mysteries,” she said. “Supposedly ten berries will kill a person. The poison’s called atropine.” “The name comes from Atropos, one of the three Fates,” Peach said. “Oh, now you’re showing off again.” “What good is knowing stuff if you can’t use it? Atropos was a bitch of a Fate. She could take you out by cutting the last thread of your life’s tapestry.” He made a snipping motion with his hand. “I’ll steer clear of her.”
I never knew where atropine got its name. Fort me it was always just atropine. = part of a pre med cocktail.
