thomas

Thomas remembered the image of the Cranks at the windows back at the dorm. Like living nightmares, missing only a death certificate to make them official zombies.

Worse still, he doesn__ know how to follow the piper anymore because it__ a path Tom has lost faith in.And the piper knows it. Tom can see it in his father__ eyes now. And the more he stares, the clearer it becomes.

Brenda frowned, then focused on Thomas. __ou__e__e__e__oing the right thing.___ don__ think there is a right or wrong anymore,_ Thomas said, hearing the numbness in his own voice. He desperately wanted sleep. __nly horrible and not-quite-so-horrible.

Thomas felt his spirits lift, but immediately squashed them back down. Getting his hopes up was something he__ sworn never to do again. Not until all this was over.

She's alive," Thomas said, not opening his eyes."What?" Will was caught off guard."The one you come back for. Her. Tessa. She's with Sophie.

Does it help?_ he asks. __he e-mailing.__he nods. __ tiny bit. It__ strange. You__e writing a letter to someone who__ never going to read it, so it kind of frees you up a bit.

The sound of you, it offends me. Abomination, I command you to be silent.

Her name is Emmilina. She is quite eccentric and was Thomas__ best friend.

Pride costs us more than hunger, thirst, and cold.

People are going to think I'm morbid, loving all these sad books. I actually don't mind a happy ending in a novel__ertainly, it's nice when it happens. But when you've invested so much time and your fingers have pushed through all that paper and you get to the end_well, a tragic ending kind of goes with the tragedy of finishing a book.

Taste good?_ Brenda asked as she dug into her own food. __lease. I__ push my own mom down the stairs to eat this stuff,_ Thomas said. ____ kill your mother for something fresh out of a garden. A nice salad._ __uess my mom doesn__ have much of a chance if she__ ever standing between us and a grocery store._ __uess not.

he who feeds you, controls you

Thomas make it easy to cave to temptation with his golden - blond hair, muscle from head to toe and sexy brooding expression a few girls have written about in poems.

Memories had come back to Thomas on several occasions. The Changing, the dreams he__ had since, fleeting glimpses here and there, like quick lightning strikes in his mind. And right now, listening to the white-suited man talk, it felt as if he were standing on a cliff and all the answers were just about to float up from the depths for him to see in their entirety. The urge to grasp those answers was almost too strong to keep at bay.But he was still wary. He knew he__ been a part of it all, had helped design the Maze, had taken over after the original Creators died and kept the program going with new recruits. __ remember enough to be ashamed of myself,_ he admitted. __ut living through this kind of abuse is a lot different than planning it. It__ just not right.

I remember remembering,_ she muttered, sitting down with a heavy sigh; she pulled her legs up to wrap her arms around her knees. __eelings. Emotions. Like I have all these shelves in my head, labeled for memories and faces, but they__e empty. As if everything before this is just on the other side of a white curtain. Including you.

Newt shook his head, his face a mixture of anger and awe. __hat you did was half brave and half bloody stupid. Seems like you__e pretty good at that.

Tom always did anger well. Hid it well, but showed it even better

I'm so sorry," he whispered to her, knowing she couldn't hear. I'm so sorry." Her mouth moved, working to speak, and he leaned in to make out what she was trying to say. "Me ... too," she whispered. "I only ever ... cared for...