The Poison For Kuzco Quote Romane & Geschichten

He pressed the barrel of his gun to his uncle’s forehead, but then—he lowered it. “No,” Luca growled, voice low and venomous. “This is too easy for you. Dying like this would be mercy.” He glanced over his shoulder, his men standing silent, watching. “Marco!” he barked. Marco, his most discreet enforcer, hurried forward. Luca didn’t look at him, eyes still pinned on Zio. “Bring me the poison. The one that rots a man from the inside out. Slowly.” Zio’s bloodied lips curled into a grotesque smile. “You think you frighten me, boy? I’ve lived in hell long before you were born…”

Then suddenly, Azerbel stiffened. Her eyes widened again. “The poison.” She immediately grabbed both of them. Panic rushed back into her expression. “What about the poison?” Her voice shook again. She lightly hit their chests in frustration. “Don’t do this to me again! I’m going to have a heart attack one day because of you two!” Ruztom burst out laughing. “He’s fine!” His grin widened further. “Someone removed the poison completely. Genaro’s fine now.”

"The wood... Zack, where did you get this oak?" "From the grove near the western spring," Zack said, his voice shaking. "The spring," I whispered. "The water! I think that very land is being poisoned.” Caleb let out another pained cry, and his small claws began to peek out from his fingernails. He was trying to shift to survive the poison, but he was too young. The shift would kill him! "I need my kit!" I yelled. "Zack, hold him down! Don't let him shift!"