“Basil,” Basil said touching his own chest, and then went down the stairsteps in order of height. “Bay. Thyme. Cardamom. Sage. Parsley. And Cinnamon.” “Etienne liked to cook,” Bob said sourly. “The Spice ’Goyles,” I said with a straight face. Bob groaned.”
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Jim Butcher,
Twelve Months