mr. elf suddenly became subdued and uncomfortable . his face creased into a look of suppressed anger and his answer was rudely spoken . '' i am of the aelfin , boy . the aelfin know many things about the other peoples of this land . '' seamus cringed at the roughness of mr. elf 's response . '' i 'm sorry if i offended you , mr.
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i had borrowed from uncle sherlock the steam-stream gun that hung in my unfeminine belt over loose gabardine trousers . one pull of the trigger would release a puff of searing air , a concentration of burning steam . enough to incapacitate a grown man or slice through his skin , my uncle had assured me . the beauty of this steam-powered gadget was that it never needed to be
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'' for the last time , skye , you are n't psychic . '' she met his eyes , and i was reminded of the things she 'd told me in bethany 's dad 's lab-it 's going to get better . but first , it 's going to get worse . '' yeah , el , '' skylar said softly , '' i am
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