cold-drugged

Updated: May 26, 2025

The warmth had been already soaking the message of spring into her cold-drugged brain, and now this sudden attack had finished what the warmth had begun. She was awake, on her feet, a live and dangerous proposition; groggy, it is true; dazed, half-working, so to speak; but a force to be reckoned with after half-a-year.

F. St. Mars - The Way of the Wild