Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab (BPAL) Neil Gaiman : Coraline General Catalog Perfume Oil (Available)
The other mother sat down on the big sofa. She picked up a shopping bag from beside the sofa and took out a white, rustling, paper bag from inside it.
She extended the hand with it to Coraline. "Would you like one?" she asked politely.
Expecting it to be a toffee or a butterscotch ball, Coraline looked down. The bag was half filled with large shiny blackbeetles, crawling over each other in their efforts to get out of the bag.
"No," said Coraline. "I don't want one."
"Suit yourself," said her other mother. She carefully picked out a particularly large and black beetle, pulled off its legs (which she dropped, neatly, into a big glass ashtray on the small table beside the sofa), and popped the beetle into her mouth. She crunched it happily.
"Yum," she said, and took another.
"You're sick," said Coraline. "Sick and evil and weird."
"Is that any way to talk to your mother?" her other mother asked, with her mouth full of blackbeetles.
Butterscotch candies flecked with dirt, encased in a shiny black shell of myrrh, patchouli, and anise seed.
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