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“Spackle!�� Manchee barks, tho he’s too chicken to attack now that I’ve held back. “Spackle! Spackle! Spackle!��
“Shut up, Manchee,�� I say.
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“I said shut up!�� I shout, which stops him.
“Spackle?�� Manchee says, unsure of things now.
I swallow, trying to get rid of the pressure in my throat, the unbelieveable sadness that comes and comes as I look at it looking back at me. Knowledge is dangerous and men lie and the world keeps changing, whether I want it to or not.
Cuz, it ain’t a Spackle.
“It’s a girl,�� I say.
It’s a girl.”
― Patrick Ness, The Knife of Never Letting Go

“Free, I think. They're free.
(is this why she joined them?)
I feel so-
So relieved.
I pick up the pace as I near the opening, my hands gripping my rifle but I have a feeling I ain't gonna need it.
(ah, Viola, I knew I could count-)
Then I reach the opening and stop.
Everything stops.
My stomach falls right thru my feet.
"They're all gone?" Davy says, coming up beside me.
Then he see what I see.
"What the-?" Davy says.
The Spackle ain't all gone.
They're still here.
Every single one.
All 1150 of them.
Dead.”
― Patrick Ness, The Ask and the Answer

“We would do what we must. The world is big. Surely there is a space in it for one like you and one like me.”
― Patrick Ness, The Wide, Wide Sea