“I felt her absence. it was like waking up one day with no teeth in your mouth. you wouldn’t need to run to the mirror to know they were gone”
Solving the Maze was supposed to be the end.
Thomas was sure that escape from the Maze would mean freedom for him and the Gladers. But WICKED isn’t done yet. Phase Two has just begun. The Scorch.
There are no rules. There is no help. You either make it or you die.
The Gladers have two weeks to cross through the Scorch—the most burned-out section of the world. And WICKED has made sure to adjust the variables and stack the odds against them.
Friendships will be tested. Loyalties will be broken. All bets are off.
There are others now. Their survival depends on the Gladers’ destruction—and they’re determined to survive.
Once again this series blew my mind away. Though I have to admit my favorite book of the trilogy happened to be the first one. Just Saying. In my case it doesn’t get much better than that. Anyway this book is a little sad and edgy, but overall just a new book to look forward to.
“Yeah, right,” Minho said. “And Frypan’s gonna start having little babies, Winston’ll get rid of his monster acne, and Thomas here’ll actually smile for once.”
Thomas turned to Minho and exaggerated a fake smile. “There, you happy?”
“Dude,” he responded. “You are one ugly shank.”
“The betrayal meant he couldn’t trust her anymore, and his heart told him he couldn’t forgive her.”
“No. I kind of accepted it, in a way. That saving you was worth losing what we might’ve had.”
“Anybody else wanna pee their pants and cry for mommy?”
“What’s going on?” Newt asked, looking back and forth between Thomas and Aris. “Why’re you guys looking at each other like you just fell in love?”
“I was just kidding, shuck-face,” Minho said. “Let’s all go over there. She could have an army of psycho girl ninjas hiding in that shack of hers.”
“Psycho girl ninjas?” Newt repeated, his voice showing he was surprised, if not annoyed, by Minho’s attitude.”
“He whipped out his sheet, then pulled it over himself and wrapped it tightly around his face like an old woman in a shawl.
‘How do I look?’
‘Like the ugliest shanky girl I’ve ever seen,’ Minho responded. ‘You better thank the gods above you were born a dude.’
“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.”
It’s like an animal trapped inside you”
“Didn’t know you could measure distance so well with nothing but you bloody eyeballs”
“Too bad we don’t have a flashlight.”
“Thanks for stating the obvious, Mr. Thomas,” Minho replied.”
“He didn’t care about the others anymore. The chaos around him seemed to siphon away his humanity, turn him into an animal. All he wanted was to survive, make it to that building, get inside. Live. Gain another day.”
“They called you the Glue”
“Yeah. Probably because you’re kind of the glue that holds us all together”
“Can you do that?” Thomas asked.
“Kill someone three times.”
“I’d figure out a way.”
“Rose took my nose, I suppose,” he repeated; the bubble of phlegm in his throat made a disgusting crackle. “And it really blows.”
“…You’d think the little part about them supposedly killing us would be the attention getter.”
“Sometimes I wonder,” Thomas murmured.
“If being alive matters. If being dead might be a lot easier.”
“Please. I don’t believe for one second you really think that.”
“Can’t be too bad if you can do that,” Thomas said with a sly smile.
“Shuck it,” Minho responded. “I’m tougher than nails. I could still kick your pony-lovin’ butt with twice this pain.”
Thomas shrugged. “I do love ponies. Wish I could eat one right now.” His stomach grumbled and gurgled.
“Was that a joke?” Minho said. “Did Thomas the boring slinthead actually make a joke?”
“I think he did,” was Newt’s response.
“I’m a funny guy,” Thomas said with a shrug.
“Yeah, you are.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Minho held his hands up, palms facing Newt. “Slim it nice and calm, brother. I didn’t ask you to be the shuck leader. You wanna cry all day about what happened, fine. But that’s not what a leader does. A leader figures out where to go and what to do after that’s done.”
THE NEXT DAY . . .
“Least it’s over. We better start thinking about what we’re going to do next” [Newt said]
“See,” Minho said. “You’re just as heartless as me. And you’re right.”
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