Do you know how to tell who the enemy is, Cassie?
Rick YanceyAfter another half second, he's locked me in a bear hug, crushing me into his chest and lifting my feet a couple inches off the ground as I kick furiously with my heels, twisting my head back and forth, snapping at his forearm with my teeth.
And the whole time his lips tickling the delicate skin of my ear. "Cassie. Don't. Cassie..."
"Let...me...go."
"That's been the whole problem. I can't.
What were they thinking? 'It's an alien apocalypse! Quick, grab the beer!
Rick YanceyMots clés beer end-of-the-world wave yancey
And no answer when we sent our message. Something like, "Hello, welcome to Earth. Hope you enjoy your stay. Please don't kill us.
Rick YanceyWhy did they come billions of miles just to stare at us? It's rude.
Rick YanceyMots clés aliens invasion 5th-wave
Then the door flew open and Mr. Faulks told us to head over to the gym. I thought that was really smart. Get all of us in one place so the aliens didn't have to waste a lot of ammunition.
Rick YanceyMots clés school alien-invasion 5th-wave
I would kill for a cheeseburger. Honestly. If I stumbled across someone eating a cheeseburger, I would kill them for it.
Rick YanceyMots clés dystopia hunger end-of-the-world alien-invasion 5th-wave
Even the most sensitive person can get used to even the most insensitive thing.
Cruelty isn’t a personality trait. Cruelty is a habit.
What doesn't kill us sharpens us. Hardens us. Schools us. You're beating plowshares into swords, Vosch. You are remaking us. We are the clay, and you are Michelangelo. And we will be your masterpiece.
Rick YanceyMots clés awesomeness intense dramatic-moment
You are the human clay," Vosch whispers fiercely in my ear. "And I am Michelangelo. I am the master builder, and you will be my masterpiece.
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