"With a sickening, wet thunk, the dagger slammed into Chuck’s chest, burying itself to the hilt."
"Newt moved away from Thomas’s side and toward Alby—but five or six Grievers had already burst to life and attacked the boy in a blur of metal and skin.”
"Please, Tommy. Please."
"I only ever… cared for…"
We are the Gladers
The Mighty Gladers
"you’re the shuckiest shuck-faced shuck there ever was."
Be careful, don’t die.