Scott Westerfeld Quote

Sprinkled across the black waters below were at least a hundred small boats set out to greet the , their navigation lights like shifting stars. Among them loomed a glittering cruise liner, her fog horn bellowing in the night. The low groan grew into a chorus as the other great ships in the harbor joined in.Perched on Volger's desk, Bovril attempted to imitate the horns, but wound up sounding like a badly blown tuba.Alek smiled. But they're already singing our praises!They are Americans, Volger said. They toot their horns for anything.