No," I say firmly. "If you ever doubt anything here, if you ever not know what to think or who to trust, you trust Todd, okay? You remember that.

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

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

... a good idea always attracts other good ideas.

But, somehow, Wilf knows. Somehow, Wilf always knows.

And then a low and powerful sound rumbles thru the sky, like some giant, deep horn. A sound God would make when he wanted yer attenshun.

It's not the mistakes I made but how I responded to them