Pip was trembling with fatigue. "I gotta sit down."
He made it to a chair before he collapsed and Cassie was immediately there with a medikit, pulling up his shirt, examining gel patches. He'd felt them stop working some time ago and they were now dried and covered in dirt.
"Stop trying to get my clothes off, woman!" He made a weak attempt to fend her off, but she smacked his hands away.
Mots clés pip cassie dark-star lara-morgan rosie-black-chronicles
But if I'm it, the last of my kind, the last page of human history, like hell I'm going to let the story end this way. I may be the last one, but I am the one still standing. I am the one turning to face the faceless hunter in the woods on an abandoned highway. I am the one not running but facing. Because if I am the last one, then I am humanity. And if this is humanity's last war, then I am the battlefield.
Rick YanceyMots clés inspirational humanity human powerful survivor cassie
You know how sometimes you tell yourself that you have a choice, but really you don't have a choice? Just because there are alternatives doesn't mean they apply to you.
Rick YanceyMots clés fiction science-fiction horror survival choices apocalypse paranormal young-adult post-apocalyptic cassie alien
We'd stared into the face of Death, and Death blinked first. You'd think that would make us feel brave and invincible. It didn't.
Rick YanceyMots clés death fiction science-fiction horror survival apocalypse paranormal young-adult post-apocalyptic cassie alien
Is this how humanity waves good-bye?
Hell no.
Mots clés humanity fiction science-fiction horror survival apocalypse paranormal young-adult post-apocalyptic cassie alien
I brought Sammy inside and put him to bed. Said his prayer with him. “‘Now I lay me down to sleep…’” To me, just random noise. Gibberish. I wasn’t sure exactly what it was, but I felt that, when it came to God, there was a broken promise in there somewhere.
Rick YanceyMots clés god fiction science-fiction horror prayer survival apocalypse paranormal young-adult post-apocalyptic cassie alien
When I cry - when I let myself cry - that's who I cry for. I don't cry for myself. I cry for the Cassie that's gone.
And I wonder what that Cassie would think of me.
The Cassie who kills.
Mots clés aliens apocalypse cassie
When I wake up the next morning, there's a Hershey's Kiss sitting on the table beside me.
Rick YanceyMots clés cassie evan-walker
We are the clay, and you are Michelangelo.
And we will be your masterpiece.
And then Evan Walker kisses me.
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