This is all sounding pretty fairy tale-ish,” Conor said, suspiciously.
You would not say that if you heard the screams of a man killed by a spear, said the monster. Or his cries of terror as he was torn to pieces by wolves. Now be quiet.
You know that is not true, the monster said. You know that your truth, the one that you hide, Conor O’Malley, is the thing you are most afraid of.
Patrick NessWhat did he say?” Conor asked.
He said enough to bring me walking, the monster said. I know injustice when I see it.
Are you being a good boy for your mum?”
Conor’s grandma pinched Conor’s cheeks so hard he swore she was going to draw blood.
“He’s been very good, Ma,” Conor’s mother said, winking at him from behind his grandma, her favorite blue scarf tied around her head. “So there’s no need to inflict quite so much pain.
You’re as old as the land and you’ve never heard of sarcasm?” Conor asked.
Oh, I have heard of it, the monster said, putting its huge branch hands on its hips. But people usually know better than to speak it to me.
They’re just stupid berries. Woo-hoo, so scary. Oh, please, please, save me from the berries!
Patrick NessThis was a kingdom.
(“What?” Conor said, looking around his backyard. “Here?”)
(The monster cocked its head at him curiously. You have not heard of it?)
(“Not a kingdom around here, no,” Conor said. “We don’t even have a McDonald’s.”)
Even though it walked and talked, even though it was bigger than his house and could swallow him in one bite, the monster was still, at the end of the day, just a yew tree.
Patrick NessSometimes people need to lie to themselves most of all.
Patrick NessHe blamed Lily, because who else was there?
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