Ow!"
"Hold still," Sinead ordered. "And don't be such a baby." She dabbed at the angry red mark behind Ian's ear. "Cat scratches are prone to infection, you know."
"And that's my fault?" Ian raged. "Why don't you lock that animal in the cellar? Or, better still, send him to a violen string factory! Ow! What is this stuff–acid?"
"My own concoction," she replied cheerfully. "Amy and I use it on our blisters when we do marathon training. Soothing, right?"
"They practice this kind of soothing in the Lucian stronghold–during interrogations.

Autor: Gordon Korman

<i>Ow!</i>"<br />"Hold still," Sinead ordered. "And don't be such a baby." She dabbed at the angry red mark behind Ian's ear. "Cat scratches are prone to infection, you know."<br />"And that's <i>my</i> fault?" Ian raged. "Why don't you lock that animal in the cellar? Or, better still, send him to a violen string factory! <i>Ow!</i> What <i>is</i> this stuff–acid?"<br />"My own concoction," she replied cheerfully. "Amy and I use it on our blisters when we do marathon training. Soothing, right?"<br />"They practice this kind of soothing in the Lucian stronghold–during <i>interrogations</i>. - Gordon Korman


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