Mortal Engines (The Hungry City Chronicles, #1)

by Philip Reeve

Was this what falling in love was like? Not something big and amazing that you knew about straight away, like in a story, but a slow thing that crept over you in waves until you woke up one day and found that you were head-over-heels with someone quite unexpected,

Perhaps she was your sister. Pandora and I were very close at one time.”

It was a huge, gilt-framed painting called “Quirke Oversees the Rebuilding of London,” by Walmart Strange,

“You aren’t a hero, and I’m not beautiful, and we probably won’t live happily ever after,” she said. “But we’re alive, and together, and we’re going to be all right.”