If you’re going to decipher a hidden code from a complex set of different mazes, I’m pretty sure you need a girl’s brain running the show.
He turned to look just in time to see the rain start falling out as if the storm had finally decided to weep with shame for what it had done to them.
A veces el conocimiento da asco.
Thank you for being my friends.
In other words, a considerable portion of your extraordinary gift comes from the simple fact that you very much want to do good.” -Master George.
Minho looked at Thomas. “I nominate this shank to replace me as Keeper of the Runners.
Please, Tommy, Please.
He began his new life standing up, surrounded by cold darkness and stale, dusty air.
Minho looked at Thomas, a serious expression on his face, “if I don’t see you on the other side,” he said in a sappy voice, “remember that I love you.” Snickering at Thomas’s eye roll, he went through the doors and they closed.
My name is Kaine,′ it said. ‘And I see all.
You quit treating people like animals and maybe I’ll consider it.
False hope,” she said. “Guess that’s better then no hope at all.
Are they changed because they want to go back to their old life, or is it because they’re so depressed at realizing their old life was no better than what we have now?
Just dying till the day you ask me to be your Crank bride.
Sometimes you don’t look very hard for things you don’t believe will or can happen.
And we want to make sure that something is done to salvage what’s left of this beautiful race called humans.
Phase Two. The Scorch Trials.
Being careful hasn’t gotten us squat.
A twisted, pale figure writhing in agony, chest bare and hideous. Tight, rigid cords of sickly green veins webbed across the boy’s body and limbs, like ropes under his skin. Purplish bruises covered the kid, red hives, bloody scratches. His bloodshot eyes bulged, darting back and forth.
Yeah, we’ve heard that before. This time we mean it. We’re not going to sit back and let you treat us like rats anymore. We’re done.