And I know I’ve lost. Everything is lost. Everything is over. “As the newly appointed President of this fair planet of ours,” the Mayor says, holding out his hands as if to show me the world for the first time,” let me be the very first to welcome you to its new capital city.” “Todd?” Viola whispers, her eyes closed. I hold her tightly to me. “I’m sorry,” I whisper to her. “I’m so sorry.” We’ve run right into a trap. We’ve run right off the end of the world. “Welcome,” says the Mayor,” to the New Prentisstown.

For me it is really important to have a story with blood in the veins, there are bad tempers and good tempers.

I wish I had a hundred years, she said, very quietly. A hundred years I could give to you.

Limitations can be hugely creative and hugely inspiring - so long as they are the ones you choose for yourself.

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

Except I didn't say eff

Sometimes witches merit saving. Quite often, actually. You'd be surprised.