Emergence (A DRMR Novel Book 2)

by Michael Patrick Hicks

  “We have eleven more dishes to figure it out,” Joseph said, a wicked grin plastering his face.

  In short order, six bowls of consommé were served. The broth was a luxuriant brown, and a single toasted sesame cracker floated in the center, a sprinkle of grated cheese encircling it.

  “Gruyere,” Peter said.

  “But the broth. I’m getting that same earthy taste. Musky, almost.”

  “Ashes,” Noel said.

  The five other diners held the broth in their mouth, their eyes considering.

  “Not vegetable ash,” Joseph said, taking another spoonful.

  “Now that you mention it, it does have an almost sulfurous taste. I can’t pinpoint it.”

  “This is going to drive me nuts,” Peter said, his soup nearly gone.