The Creators,” Minho Said; Then He Spat

Hunger. It's Like An Animal Trapped Inside You, Thomas Thought.

If You Ain’t Scared… You Ain’t Human.

Wonder Why We Can Do This,' He Called Out With His Mind. The Mental Effort Of Speaking To Her Was Already Straining—he Felt A Headache Forming Like A Bulge In His Brain. 'maybe We Were Lovers,' Teresa Said. Thomas Tripped And Crashed To The Ground. Smiling Sheepishly At Minho, Who’d Turned To Look Without Slowing, Thomas Got Back Up And Caught Up To Him. 'what?' He Finally Asked. He Sensed A Laugh From Her, A Watery Image Full Of Color.

I Think Judy Blume, Stephen King, And Dean Koontz Are The Three Authors Responsible For My Being Where I Am Today. I Owe Them A Lot.

No. I Kind Of Accepted It, In A Way. That Saving You Was Worth Losing What We Might've Had.