{"text":"How did you get into the castle, Alexandre, son of Gilles Smith?” Sand shrugged. “A saint kidnapped me from his shrine and put me into a fireplace here. So I guess the answer is, a miracle of Saint Melor. Or so I think. He has not told me.” “If you are trying to antagonize him, you are doing a good job,” Perrotte whispered. Sand scuffed his shoe at her. “I’m just telling the truth!” “You’re very good at telling it in the most maddening way possible.”“Thank you?","author":"Merrie Haskell","tags":["behind","castle","funny","merrie-haskell","mg","middle-grade","perrotte","sand","thorns"],"id":149336,"author_id":"Merrie+Haskell"}