Page 121 - The Book Thief

Gottverdammt, Liesel said, only loud enough for herself. Goddamn it.

Are we ready to go?

In the previous moments of stupendous danger, Papa had said goodbye to
Wolfgang Edel and was ready to accompany Liesel home.

Ready, she answered.

They began to leave the scene of the crime, and the book was well and truly
burning her now. The Shoulder Shrug had applied itself to her rib cage.

As they walked past the precarious town hall shadows, the book thief winced.

Whats wrong? Papa asked.

Nothing.

Quite a few things, however, were most definitely wrong:

Smoke was rising out of Liesels collar.

A necklace of sweat had formed around her throat.

Beneath her shirt, a book was eating her up.