Whatever Had Happened To Him

Minho Looked At Thomas, A Serious Expression On His Face. "if I Don't See You On The Other Side," He Said In A Sappy Voice, "remember That I Love You.

Such A Display Of Death - How Could It Be Considered A Victory?

Thomas Swallowed, Wondering How He Could Ever Go Out There. His Desire To Become A Runner Had Taken A Major Blow. But He Had To Do It. Somehow He Knew He Had To Do It. It Was Such An Odd Thing To Feel, Especially After What He'd Just Seen... Thomas Knew He Was A Smart Kid- He Somehow Felt It In His Bones. But Nothing About This Place Made Any Sense. Except For One Thing. He Was Supposed To Be A Runner. Why Did He Feel That So Strongly? And Even Now, After Seeing What Lived In The Maze?

In Other Words, A Considerable Portion Of Your Extraordinary Gift Comes From The Simple Fact That You Very Much Want To Do Good." -master George

I Really Love Middle-grade. Middle-grade Books Have A Little More Of A Magical, Light-hearted Feel. You Can Be A Little Bit More Quirky, You Can Have A Little More Humor. It Doesn't Get So Dark And Deep.