Saving the most people means we can’t help anybody if we’re dead.
They all seemed to be avoiding each other – and not just to be polite. They seemed to take obvious measures to stay clear of anyone else.
Why would you even want those nasty things on your head?” Misty asked. “You do realize where that’s been, right? Covering up the Toad’s nether regions?
I nominate this shank to replace me as Keeper of the Runners.
Dude, you tried to slice my you-know-whats off!
Like the ugliest shanky girl I’ve ever seen,” Minho responded. “You better thank the gods above you were born a dude.” “Thanks.
They fell from the sky in jagged streaks, like bars of.
But happiness had been ripped from their lives. Love had been ripped from their lives.
We will survive. I promise.
The first purple traces of dawn were what woke up Thomas.
His friends subjected to cruel trials that might never mean a thing.
He’d escaped WICKED only to be held at gunpoint by an average everyday.
She’s the last one. Ever.
So where is it?” Newt asked, leaning forward in his chair. “Over the Cliff,” Thomas answered. “We have to go through the Griever Hole.
Thomas still loved eavesdropping.
The Maze is a code.
It’s be tough now or everyone dies later.
Thomas had closed his eyes when he did it. He heard the impact of bullet on flesh and bone, felt Newt’s body jerk, then fall onto the street. Thomas twisted onto his stomach, then pushed himself to his feet, and he didn’t open his eyes until he started running. He couldn’t allow himself to see what he’d done to his friend. The horror of it, the sorrow and guilt and sickness of it all, threatened to consume him, filled his eyes with tears as he ran toward the white van.
He had to focus on the future or he’d never reach it.
A word with obvious menace, yet an entity they were told was good?