ChapterOne
Aryanna stopped outside of her father’s office and took a breath to steady herself. She hated beingsummonedtherebecauseitwasnever goodnews.
She ignored the looks she gotfromthe guards stationed up and downthe hallways. Her father hadahundredmenjusttoprotecthim.Hewasparanoidthatsomeonewouldassassinatehim.Toobad theyhadn’tbeeneffectivewhenher mother gotshotinthebackyardoftheir homesixyearsbefore.
She pressed on her stomach where the anxiety made it cramp before she lifted her chin and nodded to the guard to open the door. The scent of rotting leather, stale scotch, and cigars filled the room. She was used to it, so itno longer bothered her. As a child, she had to fightnotto choke onthe smell of the cigars her father was addicted to, and he always had one lit on his desk beside him. Todaywasnodifferent.
Aryannastoodinfrontofher father’shugedeskandwaitedfor hisattention.
Antonio,her father,finallyputhisgoldpendownandlookedupather.
“Ihaveanassignmentfor you,”hesaid.
She waited, ignoring the anxiety that built in her because she felt she wouldn’t like what he hadtosay.
“James Maclean and I have decided you’re going to travel with his son, Remington, to the UnitedStates.”
Her brows pinched together. Why would her father have anything to do with the Scottish Mafia?“Idon’tunderstand.”
“JamesandImadeanarrangement.Youwill travel ashisvalet.”
“I still don’t understand. Don’t they have people for that? And isn’t a man supposed to help him?”sheasked.
“Yes,ofcourse,theyhave people,butIowe James.He wantedtohave a womanwithhis son, notasacompanionbutmorelikeaslave.You’ll dowhatever heneeds.”
“Aslave?Youwantmetobeaslave?”
“It’sonlyfor ayear,”Antoniosaid.
Shefeltsicktoher stomach.“Whyme?”
“You’re the best one I could think of because you don’t do anything, and I thought it might teachyouto be humble. You’ll leave withRemingtontomorrow morningand flyto the United States. Hewill staywithhiscousinsfor awhile.He’slookingtostartabusinessthere.”
“I’msuretheyhavemaidsor valetsthere?”
“Hewantsonetostaywithhimuntil hegetssettled.”
“How longwill thatbe?”
“If it goes accordingto plan, he’ll staythere for good. But you’ll onlyhave to be there for a year,maybeless.”
Her eyeswidenedinshock.“Ayear?”
“Yes.I’ll needyoubackherebecauseIhaveseveral meninmindfor youtomarry.”
God, it just got worse. She gritted her teeth. “So, let me get this straight. I amto be enslaved for thesonoftheMafiafor ayear andthencomebackandbesoldoffascattle.”
“Watchyour toneofvoice,”Antoniogrowled.
Shefistedher handsather side.“Idon’tknow how tobeaslave.”
“You’ll havetolearnquickly.You’ll wear amaid’sdrabclothingandyour hair braidedwitha handkerchiefover your head. Lucile will show youhow to wear it and the basics ofhow to do what
heneeds.”
“So,I’ll beindisguise?”sheasked.
“Yes. You’ll have to pretend you’re a maid. I don’t want him to see the way you normally look.”
“Hewon’tknow whoIam?”
“No,andhemustnotknow.”
“Why?”
“That’s betweenJames and me. I’ll letyouchoose your husband ifyoucankeep your identity a secret. He can’t know you’re a princess. If he finds out, I’ll give youto someone I know you’ll be miserablewith.”
Jesus,whatkindoffather woulddothis?
“WhendoIleave?”
Her bastard father looked atthe clockonthe mantle thathad beenher mother’s pride and joy because it came down from several generations of women. Aryanna knew her mother was the last womantopossessitbecauseher father hadtakenitthedayafter her mother’sdeath.
She’donlybeengonesixyears,butitseemedlikealifetime.
“Inthree hours. There’s plentyoftime for Lucile to teachyouwhatto do and getyoudressed. Shealreadyhasbagspackedfor you.”
Aryanna was inshock.Her father hadalways beena bastardtoher,butthis was goingtoofar. “AndifIrefuse?”
Her father smirked. “I thinkthat time spent inthe dungeonwould make youthinktwice about obeyingme.”
Her mouthdroppedopen.“You’dputyour daughter inacageinthebasement?”
“Yes. And I’d keep you there the same amount of time you’d spend with Remington. So, choose.Beaslaveor aprisoner for ayear,”Antoniosaid.
God damn him. As much as she wanted to fight back, she had no power. She never had. Withoutanother word,sheturnedandwalkedout.
She heard himsputter because he hadn’tdismissed her, butshe didn’tcare. Atthatmoment, if shehadaknife,shewouldhavekilledhim.God,whenhadshebecomesoviolent?
The tension in the house grew as time passed after her mother’s murder, and the worse her father hadbecome.Shedidn’tknow ifitwas becausehemissedher or thather mother wasn’tthereto keep himinchecksince she was the descendant of the throne, not him. He just married her. He was onlyakingbymarriage.He’dstill beintheisland’sArmyifher mother hadn’tmarriedhim.
Aryannaraceduptoher room,closedthedoor,leanedagainstit,andclosedher eyes.
“Oh,MissAryanna.IwishIcouldfixthisfor you.”
Aryannalookedather trustedmaidLucileacrosstheroom.
“How canhebesuchabastard?”
Lucilesighed.
Aryanna looked down. “Did you know if I refused to do this, I’d spend the next year in the dungeon?”
FromtheshockedlookonLucile’sface,sheknew itsurprisedher,too.
“Oh, myLord. Youneed to leave this place. Your father is gettingmore unreasonable,” Lucile said.“Ithinkthismightbeablessingindisguise.”
“How?”
Lucile gripped her hands. “You’ll be inAmerica, Aryanna. Maybe you’ll find a manyoufall
inlovewith…or another opportunity.Thismightbeyour onlychancetogetawayfromhere.”
She hadn’tthoughtofthat. ButLucile was right. Itwas either make a runfor itnow or end up thewifeofwhatever disgustingmanher father foundfor her.
“You’reright.”
“We don’t have much time. I need to review some things you’ll need to know and get you dressed.”
“ButwhatamItodowhenIgetthere?”
Lucile rolled her eyes. “I don’t know. But America is the land of the free so anything can happen. Keep your eyes and ears open. Now, we don’t have time. Let’s get you dressed before they comefor you.”
Aryannafelttearsfill her eyes.“WhydoIfeel likethiswill bethelasttimeIseeyou?” Luciletriedtosmile,butAryannacouldseetheemotionshewastryingtohide.
The older woman hugged her. “Let God decide the future, and remember he has a plan for everything.”
Aryannanodded,butitdidn’tmakeher feel better.Thiswastheonlyfriendandhomesheever had.Itwouldbegut-wrenchingtoloseitall.
Aryanna held tight to her satchel as she waited by the plane’s pilot. Even after everything Lucile told her, she was still clueless about how to act, so she planned to act meek and never look himinthe face. The eyeglasses the maid gave her to wear had a tintto themthatwould hide the lightbluecolor ofher eyestoapoint,buttheywerestill unusual enoughtogetattention.
Ifshewasquietenough,shemightjustbeinvisibletohim.
“Theretheyare,”thepilotsaid.
She nodded and studied the two limos thatpulled up. Several mengotout. Afew pulled bags fromthecarsandbroughtthemtotheplanewhileasmall groupstoodtalking.
She somehow knew thatthe bigger manwas the one she’d have to deal with, whichmade her stomachtightenwithdread. His demeanor spoke of analpha male who needed to control everything and everyone around him muchlike her father but her father hadn’t had the male attractionthis mandid.
Aryanna could tell the man, Remington, was getting impatient and started her way. Her chin wentdown,andshestiffenedwhenhisshoescameintoview.
“Youmustbethemaidmyfather sentfor me?”
She nodded. His Scottish burr was more pronounced than she expected, and she had to concentrateonhiswordstounderstandhim.
“What’syour name,Lass?”
“Ar …Anna,sir.”
“All right, Anna. I want you to stay out of my way. Just keep our roomclean and my things organized,andI’ll call onyouifIneedyou.Doyouthinkyoucandothat?”
“Yes,sir.”Thatactuallysoundedwonderful toher.
“Let’s get moving.” Remingtonturned to the group of mentryingto get his attentionand held upahand.“Enough.Ifyoufeel it’simportant,sendmeanemail.”
Remingtonturned withoutanother word and climbed the stairs into the plane. The menstared ather.
“Youmightwanttogetontheplane,Miss,”thepilotsaid.
“Oh,yes.”
She scrambled on and walked to the very back area. The plane was very luxurious and resembled a plushlivingarea. There were a few recliningchairs up front, sofas and a kitchenette in themiddle,andthenmorerecliningchairsattheback.
The small plane she’d ridden on to get there had been anything but luxurious. Even the seats werehardanduncomfortable.Thesewouldbemuchbetter.
She tookthe furthestseatbackand closestto the window. She jumped whenthe pilotcame on theloudspeaker.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, please get your seat belts on. We’ll be taking off in the next few minutes.”
She sether bagonthe seatnextto her and buckled herselfin. Whenthe plane started moving, her nails dugintothearms oftheseat.This wouldbethesecondtimeshe’dever flown,thefirstbeing inthe lastfew hours, and itwas more nerve-rackingthanshe thoughtitwould be. The firstflighthad beenasmaller planethattookher totheScotlandairport.
Her stomach dropped when the plane tilted up and then flew into the sky. She was almost nauseous,watchingthelandgrow smaller aseachsecondpassed.
The pilot’s voice came over the speakers again. “We are at flying altitude at thirty thousand feet.Youmaytakeyour seatbeltsoff.Wewill flyintoNew Yorkinelevenhours.”
Oh, God. She hadn’t realized she’d be stuck on the thing for that long. She’d brought a few booksandher journal soshewouldhavethingstodo,butshealsohopedshe’dgetsomesleep. “Anna.”
Shecouldfeel thefatiguethatwasalreadypullingher down. “Anna!”
Her head jerked up. “Y-yes, sir?” She could tell he wasn’thappywithher already, and they’d onlybeentogether lessthanthirtyminutes.
“I’dlikeacoffeeandwhatever breakfasttheyhave.”
She scrambled outofher seat, straightened her handkerchiefover her hair, and the glasses on her face.
She had no idea how to make coffee and was already starting to panic when she noticed the carafe of already-made coffee and pastries. There was also fruit in the small frig. She set up a tray, tryingto remember whatwas broughtto her inthe morningfor so manyyears, and thencarefullytook itover tohisseat.
Hewasreadingpapers,soshesetthemonthetableinfrontofhischair.
“Wouldtherebeanythingelse,sir?”
“No,”hesaidwithoutlookingup.
“Okay.” She moved backto her chair and sat, releasingthe breathshe’d beenholding. She’d doneit.Sheservedhimameal andhadn’tdroppeditontohislap.
Several hours passed, and as hard as she tried, she could not sleep. Remington worked the whole time, and Aryanna didn’t see himstop but take a bite of whatever food she set beside himon histable,or usethebathroom.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, we will land at JFK inthe next few minutes. Buckle yourselves into your seats.Itshouldbeasmoothlanding,”thepilotsaid.
Aryanna tucked herselfinto her chair and watched as Remingtoncasuallyputhis things away beforeherelaxedandbuckledhimselfin.
If she thought it had been nerve-racking watching the plane rise and the land get smaller, watchingitcomeather quicklymadeher trembleinfear.
She squeezed her eyes tightlyclosed as the plane softlybounced a few times and thenglided toastopnexttoabuildingwithseveral small planesparked.
Aryannahadtotakeseveral breathstocalmher heartbeforereleasingher buckle.
She hated how her legs shookwhenshe stood and foughtoffthe weakness. She made sure her hair and glasses were in the right place. The back of her neck had itched most of the flight because Lucile had braided her hair and put it down the back of her shirt to conceal it. Besides her lightcolored eyes, her thick black hair was noticeable, so she needed to hide as much as possible. She hadn’trealizedthatpeoplethoughther lookswereunusual andmadeher standout.
“Grabyour bagandcomewithme,”Remingtonsaid.“Ihavepeoplecomingtogetmine.” “Yes,sir.”
She picked itup and almostgroaned. Itwasn’tnecessarilyheavy, butshe was weakfromlack ofsleepandnothavingeatenfor over twenty-four hours.
She followed himoffthe plane and downthe stairs. Three steps fromthe bottom, she tripped over her bag.Ifithadn’tbeenfor thepilotcatchingher,shewouldhavelandedonher face. “Whoa,areyouokay?”thepilotasked.
Shenodded,smoothedthebandanaon,andpushedher glassesbackupher nose. “Yes.Thankyousomuch.”
“You’remostwelcome.”
She caught the curious look on the man’s face and decided to ignore it and hurry after Remington.Hewasstandingbesideacar,talkingtoafew men.
Shestoodbehindhim,waitingfor her instructions. Thedriver reachedfor her bag.“Letmetakethat,Miss.” “Thankyou.”
Shewrappedher armsaroundher waisttotrytoholdinsomeofher bodyheat.Itwasn’tcold, butthecool winddriftedrightthroughher. Remingtonslidintothecar,andshelookedatthedriver.
“ShouldIsitupfrontwithyou?”
“No,Miss,there’snoroom.Wehaveabodyguardwhowill ridethere.” “Anna,getinhere,”Remingtongrowled.
The driver tried to smile. She crawled into the back and sat opposite him and tightly in the corner.Shekepther eyesdownandstayedasquietaspossible.
“Wereyouabletogetanysleep,Lass?”Remingtonasked. Her gazesprangupandbackdowntoher lapassheshookher head.“No,sir.”
“Ireallydetesttalkingtothetopofaperson’shead.”
Sheraisedher head.Thankfullythecar hadonlydimlight.“I’msorry.”
“You’reforgiven.Justdon’tdoitagain.”
“Yes,sir.”
“We’ll beatthehotel inafew minutes,andthenyoucanrest,”hesaid. “Whataboutyou?”
“I’ll restfor abit,butthenIhaveameeting.”
“Whatwouldyoulikemetodo?”
“Takecareofmyclothes.I’ll bebackafter dinner.”
Great,another meal she’dgowithout,or maybesomeonethoughtabouther this time,andthere would be food in the suite. When they were on the plane, she hadn’t known if she was supposed to eat.Whenshegotnauseous,shefinallyateabanana,butthatwasit.“All right.”
Shelookedforwardtohisabsencetogetalittlepeaceandquiet.
ChapterThree
Remington, his guards, and Aryanna gotto the hotel and had their bags delivered. The guards lefttheroom,butsheheardatleasttwowouldbeoutsidethedoor.
“Justunpackthe small brownone whenI’mgone, Lass. Idon’tthinkwe’ll spend more thana nightor twohere.Thengogetsomemorerest.”
Shenodded.“Thankyou,sir.”
When she woke from her nap a few hours later, he was gone and the suite was dark. The shadows felt cold and menacing, making shivers run down her spine, but she continued to his room instead ofrunningbackto hers. She looked for the baghe described inhis roomand thenhungup his clothes.Shefinishedwithhisclothesandthenlockedherselfinher room.
After a shower, she decided to get into the sleep pants and t-shirt Lucile gave her to sleep in andlaybackdownbecausetherewasnothingelseshecoulddo.
An hour later, she heard shuffling outside the door and saw someone turning the knob. For somereason,shedidn’tthinkitwasRemington.
Ascreamtore fromher mouthwhenthe door was kickedopen, anda mandressedall inblack witha stockingcap over his face came ather. He smacked her a few times and thenkicked her when shefell totheground.“Youfuckingwhore.Tell your employer towatchhisbackbecausehe’salready madeanenemy,andit’sall becauseofyou.”
Aryanna cried out. Where were the guards? Did he not leave any for her? Hell, why should he?Shewasonlyamaid.
He gripped her hair, lifted her, and threw her on bed, making her scream. “Next time I get aholdofyou,I’ll teachyouwhatareal manfeelslike.”
She was afraid to move whenhe ranfromthe room. Whenshe heard the outer door close, she racedintothebathroomandlockedthedoor.Itwastheonlysafeplacesheknew of.
The wall felt cool against her backas she slid downand wrapped her arms around her legs. Thetearstorefromher,makingher bodyshudder.She’dnever beenbeatenor hitinher lifeanddidn’t know how todeal withthepainandfear rushingthroughher.
Whenshecouldgetherselfunder control,shestoodandlookedatherselfinthemirror.
Besides a red face, mostly because of her crying, she didn’t see any bruises yet, but it still stung,soshe was unsure.She raisedthe shirtshe wore andsaw how muchdamage the kickhaddone. Itwas tender tothe touch,andshe knew itwouldbruise because itwas alreadystartingtodarken,but itwouldn’tkeepher fromdoingher job.
She wet a washcloth with cold water and pressed it against her face until the redness was mostlygone.
It took a few minutes to get the courage to open her bathroomdoor. When she saw she was alone, she hurriedlyshutand locked her bedroomdoor againand thenmoved the chair and nightstand infrontofit.
Aryanna looked around for any kind of weapon and couldn’t find one. She kept looking becausesheknew shewouldn’trestuntil shecouldprotectherself.
She grabbed a blanket, pushed her backagainst a corner of the room, and wrapped it around her.Thepainwasrecedingabit,butsheguessedshe’dfeel theattackfor afew days.
Now she had to decide what to tell Remington. Should she tell himwhat the man said? Tell himthat it was because of her somehow and for some reason. She felt sickthat he wouldn’t believe her since they had just flown in and hadn’t been in the city for long, or worse, send her back to her
father.
What could she have done that caused the man to make an enemy of Remington? Was it just her,Remington,or boththatangeredtheman?
Shedecidedtowaitandseeifanythingelsehadhappened.
Asoundintheother roommadeher stiffen.Sheheardafew voices andthenrelaxedwhenshe recognized one of themas Remington. She layonher side onthe floor and closed her eyes, ignoring thetearsthatshecouldn’tquitestem.Aknockonher door thenextmorningwokeher.
Shegroanedwhenshescrambledtoher feetandpressedahandagainsther side.
“Yes?”
“We’releavinginthirtyminutes,Lass.IneedyoutopackmythingswhileImakeafew calls.” “Ofcourse,sir.”
She waited until his footsteps receded before she hurriedly got dressed in the ugly clothes. Her hair was messybutstill mostlybraided since she hadn’twashed itthe nightbefore, so she leftit aloneandstuffeditintothebackofher shirt.Thebandanawentonnext,andthentheglasses.
Aryanna hurriedly put the few things she’d unpacked back into her bag and then moved the furnitureintoplace.Shelookedaroundonemoretimebeforesheopenedthedoor.
RemingtonwassittingononeofthesofaswithaTVon,talkingonthephoneandeatingahuge breakfast. She felther stomachcramp and promised herselfshe’d grab food wherever she had to and keepitinher bagfor whenshegothungry.
Inhis room, the sight of the unmade bed made her pause, and a feelingshe couldn’t describe filled her. She pushed it aside and got busy. She dragged the bag out, set it by the door, and stood waiting.
“Areyouready?”heasked. Shenodded.“Yes,sir.”
“Good,let’sgo.”
Afew oftheguardstookthebagsandfollowedher asshewalkedbehindRemington. Shehadnoideawhatfeltworse her hunger pains, the damage done bythe kick, or her lack of energy. All she knew was she had to keep it together because the thought of the man her father wouldchoosefor her ifshefailedmadeher sicktoher stomach.
She’drather bedead.
ChapterFour
Remington sat in the back of the limo that was taking themto the airport. They would fly to Arkansas, where his family was. He was anxious to see them again. It had been years since they’d beentogether.
He and Alastair were the closest since theywere more alike and the same age as the others. Theywereall great,andheenjoyedbeingwiththem.
His gaze went to his maid, Anna. She was a timid little thing and reminded him of a field mouse because ofher plainlooks and temperament. However, somethingabouther bothered him, and he couldn’t put his finger on it. Every chance he got, he studied her trying to figure it out. He didn’t likeunansweredquestions.
Whentheypulled up to the plane, the sunshone inonher side, givinghima glance ather pale skin.
The side door opened, and he got out and stopped her witha hand onher shoulder whenshe stoodbesidehim.
“Areyoufeelingill?”
Sheshookher head.
“Thenwhyareyousopale,Lass?”
“Oh,well,I…I’mnotusedtotraveling,sir.”
She turned her head away, and that’s whenhe caughtsightofa blueishmarkonher cheekbone thatresembledabruise,buthecouldn’tremember seeingitthedaybefore.
Shegaspedwhenhepressedhisthumbagainstitandtossedher headtotheside. “Isthisabruise,Anna?”
Shepressedher handtoher cheek.“Idon’tknow whatyoumean.”
Now shewasjustpissinghimoff.Hehatedtobeliedto.“I…” “Sir,theplane’sready,”thepilotsaid. Remingtonsighed.He’dhavetowaituntil later toquestionher. “Fine.”Hegrabbedaholdofher upper armandstartedwalkingtotheplane. “Sir,Icanwalkonmyown.” “Shush.”
He caughtthe stubborntiltto her chinbefore she corrected it, makinghimevenmore curious. Maybeshewasn’tasmeekasshepretendedtobe.
She pulled awayfromhimand satinthe backas she had before. He thoughtaboutsittingwith her sotheycouldtalk,butshelookedsofragileatthemomenthedecidedtolether rest.
He gotsettled inthe chair he had used before and started pullingoutpaperwork. Theywould haveafew hoursbeforetheygottotheir destination,andhecouldgetalotdoneinthattime. Itseemed like he’d juststarted to workwhentheywere landing. He looked over his shoulder to ensure Anna was buckled inand saw she had fallenasleep. Good, it looked like she needed it. It wouldn’tkeephimfromquestioningher,buthedidwanther tofeel better. Theyrolledtoastopbeforeheunbuckledandwalkedtothebacktowakeher.Thesuncoming intothewindow madethebruisestandoutstarkly,andthecolor ofittoldhimitwasnew. What the fuck!
Hegrippedher shoulder.Shejerkedawakeandscreamed. Hisbrowssnappedtogether.“Whatisthatabout?”
Hesaw her pressingonher sideasshesatupandquicklymovedher glassesbackinplace.
“Anna,answer me.”
“Youjuststartledme.It’snotabigdeal.”
“What’swrongwithyour side?”heasked.
Her handdroppedaway.“Justalittlecramp.It’salreadygoingaway.”
Hedidn’tbelieveher,buttheywereagaininterruptedwhenthepilotcalledouttothem.
“Comeon.We’ll talklater.”
Itlookedlikeshewasgoingtoargue,butthenshejustnodded.“Yes,sir.”
Hehelpedher tostandandthenledher out.Hecaughtthelookinthepilot’seyes.
“Go on to the car,” he told her. When she was away fromthem, he turned to him. “What are youthinking?”
Thepilotlookedsurprised.“Idon’tknow.There’sjustsomethingoffabouther.”
Remingtonnodded.“Iknow.Ifeel it,too.I’ll figureitouteventually.”
“Ihopesobecauseshelooksmorefragilethanshehadyesterday.”
Remingtonshookhishand.“Thankyou.”
“You’rewelcome.”
Remington walked to the limo his cousins had sent and stepped into it. Anna was already stuffedagainstthedoorway,asfar awayfromhimasshecouldget. “Areyouafraidofme,Lass?”heasked.
Shelookedstartled.“No,sir.”
“Somethingscaredyou,andIwanttoknow whatitis.”
Sheturnedher headaway.“Idon’tknow whatyoumean.”
Hegrittedhisteeth.“Iwill eventuallyfindout,Lass.”
Sheglancedathimandnoddedbeforeturningawayagain.
The sunlight coming through her window showed how delicate her facial features were. He couldn’t tell the color of her eyes because of the glasses she wore, but he knew they were big and shaped like a cat’s. Her hair was another thinghe’d beenunable to see because it was hiddenunder the piece of cloth she wore. He did know it was black because of her eyebrows and the little hairs that had escaped from whatever tethered it. He might think she was beautiful if it weren’t for the glassesandhair.
Her bodyshape was another. He could tell she was tinybecause of how thinher arms were, but she wore an ugly maid’s uniform that covered everything. The brown color washed out her alreadypalefeatures.
She ignored him as he studied her, and he could tell she knew he was staring but chose to pretend he wasn’tthere. She’d find outthathe would notbe disregarded, and he’d learneverysecret shehad.
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Eugenol
Euphorbium
Eupion
Europium
Fehling, Hermann von Fennel
Fenugreek
Fig
Filter
Fir
Fischer, Emil
Fittig, Rudolf
Flamel, Nicolas
Flavin
Fluoranthene
Fluorene
Fluorescein
Fluorine
Formalin, or Formaldehyde
Formic Acid
Formula
Fourcroy, A. F., Comte de Foxglove
Frankland, Sir Edward
Frémy, Edmond
Fresenius, Karl R.
Friedel, Charles
Fructose, or Fruit-sugar
Fuchs, Johann N. von Fulminic Acid
Fumaric and Maleic Acids
Fumitory
Furazanes
Furfurane
Fusel Oil
Gadolinium
Galangal
Galbanum
Gallic Acid
Gallium
Gamboge
Gannal, J. N.
Garlic
Gay-Lussac, J. L.
Geber
Gelatin
Gelsemium
Gentian
Geoffroy, E. F.
Gerhardt, Charles F.
Germanium
Gibbs, Oliver Wolcott
Gilbert, Sir Joseph H.
Ginger
Ginseng
Gladstone, John Hall
Glaser, Christopher
Glauber, Johann R.
Glauber’s Salt
Glucinum
Glucose
Glucoside
Glutaric Acid
Glycerin, or Glycerol
Glycols
Gmelin (family)
Gold
Graham, Thomas
Grains of Paradise
Greenheart
Guaco, Huaco or Guao
Guaiacum
Guanidine
Guarana
Guelder Rose
Guimet, Jean B.
Gum
Guyton de Morveau, Baron
Harcourt, W. Vernon
Hartshorn, Spirits of
Hashish
Hellebore
Helmont, Jean B. van
Hemp
Henbane
Henna
Henry, William
Herb
Hippuric Acid
