Mortal Engines (Predator Cities, #1)

by Philip Reeve

Something was trickling down his legs, as hot as spilled tea, and he realized that he had wet himself.

Unfortunately they keep dying. But that is just a temporary set-back, I’m sure.”

“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.”