If you ever want to see how small you are in the plan of God, just stand at the edge of an ocean.

I'll do it, Todd," I whisper. "I'll come with you." And he doesn't say anything, just squeezes my hand harder and brings it up to his face like he wants to breathe me in.

Conor was no longer invisible. They all saw him now. But he was further away than ever.

I do what I have to do," I say. I do what I have to do to save him. I do what I have to do to save Todd.

We sure as ruddy heck ain't in Prentisstown no more," I say to Manchee under my breath.

The only place you belong is the place you can never go back. And so yer always alone, forever and always.

Like how stars might sound. Or moons But not mountains. Too floaty for mountains. It's a sound like one planet singing to another, high stretched and full of different voices starting at different notes and sloping down to other different notes but all weaving together in a rope of sound that's sad but not sad and slow but not slow and all singing one word. One word.