Though the window to his past was caked with grime, revealing little more than splotchy glimpses, he knew he'd worked with WICKED.
James DashnerWhat was the point of even having a conversation when words couldn't be trusted?
James DashnerYou're going to shoot me? Old pal?
James DashnerSo let's say our bloody goodbyes, and then you can promise to remember me from my good old days.
"I can't do that," Minho said.
He couldn't leave a friend to die. Even someone as cranky as Alby.
James DashnerStichwörter: i-love-this-book
As you may well know by now, the Givers are mysterious, and love to speak in riddles. It's more annoying than having sand in your underpants...
James DashnerSometimes I wonder," Thomas murmured.
"Wonder what?"
"If being alive matters. If being dead might be a lot easier.
[Minho] pulled one of his knives from a pocket and, without missing a beat, cut a big piece of ivy off the wall. He threw it on the ground behind him and kept running.
“Bread crumbs?” Thomas asked, the old fairy tale popping into his mind. Such odd glimpses of his past had almost stopped surprising him.
“Bread crumbs,” Minho replied. “I’m Hansel, you’re Gretel.
Stichwörter: thomas minho breadcrumbs
My name is Kaine,' it said. 'And I see all.
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