Mark nodded even though she couldn’t see. He’d suddenly lost any desire to talk, and his plans for a perfect day washed away with the stream. The memories. They never let him go, not even for a half hour. They always had to rush back in, bringing all the horror.
They stood in a vast courtyard several times the size of a football field, surrounded by four enormous walls made of gray stone and covered in spots with thick ivy. The walls had to be hundreds of feet high and formed a perfect square around them, each side split in the exact middle by an opening as tall as the walls themselves that, from what Thomas could see, led to passages and long corridors beyond.
Don’t you wish someone had done the same for us when we were in the Maze?
If he threw it all up, he’d just enjoy eating all over again. Hopefully a fresh batch.
They almost looked like one of those old computers he’d heard about with a glassy screen called a monitor.
I was in a coma for a few days, and when I woke up, speaking out to Rachel seemed the most natural thing in the world. If she hadn’t accepted it and spoken back, I’m pretty sure I would’ve lost it.
So we’ve had to up the ante, and now it’s time for Phase Two. It’s time for things to get difficult.
She was thin, but not too small. Maybe five and a half feet tall, from what he could tell. She looked like she could be fifteen or sixteen years old, and her hair was tar black. But the thing that had really stood out to him was her skin: pale, white as pearls.
Griever? Seriously? I thought your parents banned you from that game.
This place is all fun and games.
Newt looked at the Cranks, then back at Thomas. ‘It comes and goes, man. I can’t explain it. Sometimes I can’t control myself, barely know whatI’m doing. But usually it’s just like an itch in my brain, throwing everything off-kilter just enough to nother me-make me angry.’ p247.
Maybe it was bad, maybe he was a jerk. But looking at her made him want Teresa back.
These people will think their way around an ice cream cone before ever giving it a lick.
Five feet. Four feet. Three. Two. Thomas knew he had no choice. He moved. Forward. He squeezed past the connecting rods at the last second and stepped into the Maze. The walls slammed shut behind him, the echo of its boom bouncing off the ivy-covered stone like mad laughter.
You are one ugly shank.
They’re here to get you,” Mom says through a sob. “My sweet, the love of my life, they’re here to get you.
The only way out is within.
The creature was a horrific mix of animal and machine, and seemed to realize it was being observed, seemed to know what lay inside the walls of the Glade, seemed to want to get inside and feast on human flesh.
Together, Thomas and Teresa watched, and imagined what it must be like.
The man had no hair. And he had no ears.