The Great Book of Amber
The Ninth Prince In Amber
Then the fogs were slowly broken, and some of that which is called memory returned to me. I recalled nights and nurses and needles. Every time things would begin to clear a bit, someone would come in and jab4 me with something. That’s how it had been. Yes. Now, though, I was feeling half way decent. They’d have to stop.
The thought came to assail5 me: Maybe not.
1. jab [dʒæb] n. v. 刺，戳
2. assail [e’seil] v. 使苦恼，纠缠