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“Alex snorted as he packed the wound with sticky rice.

"Is that stuff sterile?" Ted asked, staring at Alex.

"They boil it, don't they?" Alex said, not looking up from what he was doing.

Ted's frown deepened. "That doesn't seem like enough."

"Trust me." Alex looked up now and smiled a little. His voice altered just a little bit, not enough to be a full command voice, but enough to be way more persuasive than any normal person's voice. "It's an old wives' tale, but it works every time.”
― Eileen Rendahl, Don't Kill The Messenger

“I have this, well, this boo-boo, and Alex says I need sticky rice to treat it." Had I really just referred to the place on my arm that had been ripped open by an undead Chinese zombie vampire thing as a boo-boo? Yep. I had. Apparently having kiang shi toxins race through your system was a little like being drunk. "He says to get it from Zen Toro.”
― Eileen Rendahl, Don't Kill The Messenger