Time goes on, even when yer not looking.
Patrick NessYou’re never more alive than in battle.”
“Never more dead after,” I say.
“Ah, philosophy,” he smiles. “I didn’t know you had it in you.
Nobody has to tell nobody nothing,” I say, taking another step forward.
“You never were a poet, were you, Todd?” he says.
And too much informayshun can drive a man mad. Too much informayshun becomes just Noise. And it never, never stops.
Patrick NessStories don’t end with the writers, however many started the race.
Patrick NessConor wasn’t stupid. When they’d had the “little talk” the next day, he knew what his mum had done and why she had done it. But that didn’t take away from how much fun that night had been. How hard they’d laughed. How anything had seemed possible. How anything good could have happened to them right then and there and they wouldn’t have been surprised.
Patrick NessHe’d known Lily forever. Or for as long as he could remember, which was basically the same thing.
Patrick NessThis voice had a quality to it, a monstrous quality, wild and untamed.
Patrick NessIt is not what I want from you, Conor O’Malley, it said. It is what you want from me.
“I don’t want anything from you,” Conor said.
Not yet, said the monster. But you will.
No one knew.
Then Lily’s mum knew, of course.
Then Lily knew.
And then everyone knew. Everyone. Which changed the whole world in a single day.
And he was never going to forgive her for that.
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