We were way more than close. Things happened. We remembered stuff. Made new memories.
A knife is a godsend to the man tied in ropes, death to the man in chains.
Shank’s got more guts than I’ve fried up from every pig and cow in the last year.” He paused, as if expecting a laugh, but none came. “How stupid is this – he saves Alby’s life, kills a couple of Grievers, and we’re sitting here yappin’ about what to do with him. As Chuck would say, this is a pile of klunk.
Thomas kept his focus on Gally. He saw a sadness in the boy’s eyes that made his heart break. And he also saw something he’d never seen there before: trust. Genuine trust.
How could anyone ever be happy in a life like this? he thought. Then, How could anyone be evil enough to do this to us? He understood more than ever the passion the Gladers felt for finding their way out of the Maze. It wasn’t just a matter of escape. For the first time, he felt a hunger to get revenge on the people responsible for sending him there.
His friend Chuck, stabbed in the chest, bleeding, dying as Thomas held him.
You never have known when to shut your hole, have ya, Minho? Always gotta have the bloody last word.
And hating himself for caring after everything she’d done to him.
With his heart falling into a black abyss, Thomas pulled the trigger.
Hey, I’m Newt,” the boy whispered. “And I know bloody well who you are.
He didn’t know which was worse: that Newt seemed to be slipping already or that Minho – the one who should have been able to control himself – was acting like such a slinthead.
Concern seemed to bleed his heart dry as they ran along.
Being holed up in here does wonders for making the brain do what it was made for.
Everything we do is for a reason.
She means the world to me, and nothing will ever change that.
The older man’s bushy gray eyebrows bunched up in the middle as if they were hairy bugs trying to mate.
It’s like we’re on the moon,” Sarah whispered. Michael squeezed her elbow. “Except that we can breathe, there are no stars, and there’s still gravity.” “Yeah, other than that, it’s like we’re on the moon.
Nothing like a good friend to toss you down a flight of stairs.
Thomas knew what he thought. Those images would never leave – the Gladers would be haunted by the horrible things that had happened in the Maze for the rest of their lives. He figured that most if not all of them would have major psychological problems. Maybe even go completely nutso.
Teresa handed Thomas a really long knife, almost a sword. He couldn’t imagine where she’d been hiding these things, but she now held a short dagger in addition to her spear.