James Dashner
Newt..."" Do it before I become one of them!"" I...""KILL ME!" And then Newt's eyes cleared, as if he'd gained one last trembling gasp of sanity, and his voice softened." Please, Tommy. Please." With his heart falling into a black abyss, Thomas pulled the trigger.
— James Dashner
Newt shook his head, his face a mixture of anger and awe. “What you did was half brave and half bloody stupid. Seems like you’re pretty good at that.
— James Dashner
Oh, I'm good. Seriously, after all these years, you'd think I would stop amazing myself. But here I am, still doing it.
— James Dashner
Oh, man," he mumbled with a full mouth. "At least the food is good.
— James Dashner
Or brave little shank!
— James Dashner
Please, Tommy. Please
— James Dashner
Please, Tommy. Please.
— James Dashner
Rose took my nose, I suppose,” he repeated; the bubble of phlegm in his throat made a disgusting crackle. “And it really blows.
— James Dashner
Saving you was worth losing what we might've had.
— James Dashner
Shouldn't someone give a pep talk," Min ho asked, pulling Thomas's attention away from Alby." Go ahead," Newt replied. Minho nodded and faced the crowd. "Be careful," he said dryly, "Don't die." Thomas would have laughed if he could, but he was too scared for it to come out." Great. We're all bloody inspired," Newt answered then pointed over his shoulder toward the Maze, "You all know the plan. After two years of being treated like mice, tonight we're making a stand. Tonight we're taking the fight back to the Creators, no matter what we have to go through to get there. Tonight the Grievers better be scared.
— James Dashner
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