Her accent's funny, different from mine, different from anyone in Prentisstown's. Her lips make different kinds of outlines for the letters, like they're swooping down on them from above, pushing them into shape, telling them what to say. In Prentisstown, everyone talks like they're sneaking up on their words, ready to club them from behind.
Patrick NessI'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.
Patrick NessAnd itโs a sad song, Todd, but itโs also a promise. Iโll never deceive you and Iโll never leave you and I promise you this so you can one day promise it to others and know that itโs true.
Patrick Ness