“I love you,” he said. “I love you too, for all the good it does.” She sounded bitter. Angry. Not at him,… — Michael Grant Copy Share Image
“The news networks and the local TV stations all led with the same footage. An obviously moved, very pretty young woman with… — Michael Grant Copy Share Image
“When she came back down, Sam and Astrid had arrived. Sam hugged Dekka, and the two of them stayed that way for… — Michael Grant Copy Share Image
“They closed the door on the cabin. There wasn’t room enough for them to stand, so they fell into each other’s arms… — Michael Grant Copy Share Image
“And he thought of the two people who had held his job before him: Sam and Astrid. Both beaten into despair by… — Michael Grant Copy Share Image
“promise me, Sam: whatever it takes to win, whatever it takes to survive.” “Astrid—” Suddenly she grabbed his face with one hand… — Michael Grant Copy Share Image
“What do you think that fish is?' Sam asked Astrid. She peered closely at the alleged fish. 'I think that's an example… — Michael Grant Copy Share Image
“Diana can read power levels,” Astrid said. “Did she ever…” Sam nodded. “She said the baby is a three bar. As a… — Michael Grant Copy Share Image
“Guys, he’s hurt bad.” The blonde scrambled to him. She tore the wounded boy’s shirt open. A river of blood ran down… — Michael Grant Copy Share Image
“She’s stronger than you are, Sam. It’s like fighting yourself and Caine and Jack and Dekka, all at once.” “Yeah.” “Talk to… — Michael Grant Copy Share Image
“Astrid found the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it up over his head. She unbuckled his belt and shoved his jeans… — Michael Grant Copy Share Image
“Sam Temple was taken by helicopter to a hospital in Los Angeles, where there were specialists there in burn injuries. He wasn’t… — Michael Grant Copy Share Image
“I’m getting my stuff,” he said, and bolted for the steps. “You don’t have to move out,” Astrid called after him. Sam… — Michael Grant Copy Share Image
“Sam woke to a feeling of utter, profound, incredible relief. He closed his eyes as soon as he opened them, afraid that… — Michael Grant Copy Share Image
“Where’s Sam?” Brianna asked. “He’s out. So is Edilio,” Dekka said. “You going to tell us what’s in the bag or do… — Michael Grant Copy Share Image
“He pictured himself at the lake, on a houseboat. Dekka would be there, and Brianna and Jack. He would have friends. He… — Michael Grant Copy Share Image
“Little Pete. He’s not exactly just Astrid’s autistic brother.” He explained briefly while Toto added a chorus of “Sam believes that’s true”… — Michael Grant Copy Share Image
“Man, sometimes you are clueless. You don’t even see what’s happening.” He perched himself on the arm of the couch so he… — Michael Grant Copy Share Image
“We’ve searched all of the homes and carried the food to Ralph’s,” Sam continued. “The problem is that all the fruit and… — Michael Grant Copy Share Image
“Nine shotgun shells would kill just about anything. Except Drake. Drake scared her deep down. He had been the first person in… — Michael Grant Copy Share Image
“I don’t guess you can outrun an explosion, right?” Sam asked doubtfully. Jack rolled his eyes and sighed his condescending geek sigh.… — Michael Grant Copy Share Image
“I’m mean? That’s the worst you can throw at me?” “Mean and self-pitying. Does that make it better?” “And what are you,… — Michael Grant Copy Share Image
“Who would you say are the ten most powerful people in the FAYZ, Edilio?” Edilio raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Really?” “Yes.” “Number… — Michael Grant Copy Share Image
“Sam was stiff and tired. He crept onto the houseboat, careful not to wake anyone, and sidled down the narrow passage to… — Michael Grant Copy Share Image
“First there was Caine’s patently false “confession.” Then there was the fact that the FAYZ Legal Defense Fund racked up three million… — Michael Grant Copy Share Image
So, Diana thought, that was the bait she had to lay out for Jack. Of course. What else? He might lust for Diana, and… — Michael Grant Copy Share
He wanted to go running home to Mommy, what can I say? Of course, it's hard for me to believe that anyone would choose… — Michael Grant Copy Share
Here's the thing: I am not beautiful. I'm pretty. I'll allow that much. Pretty. But I'm not the girl boys long for. — Michael Grant Copy Share
It's Sanjit. It's a Hindu name. It means 'invincible.'" "That's great," Lana said. "Invincible. I can't be vinced." "That's not even a word," Lana… — Michael Grant Copy Share
Paranoia," Sam muttered. "You're going slowly nuts, dude. Or maybe not so slowly, since you're talking to yourself. — Michael Grant Copy Share
“I don’t care what your excuse is, I don’t care what you think God told you to do, if you are in the business… — Michael Grant Copy Share
“The computer's password protected. I try the basics: 1,2,3,4. QWERTY. YTREWQ, which is qwerty backward. PASSWORD. A few others. Whoever uses this computer isn't… — Michael Grant Copy Share
Say it. But..." "But what?" he asked. She whispered it, sounding too vulnerable. "But only if its the truth, Caine. Only. If." "I love… — Michael Grant Copy Share
“ Rio : – What the hell is the point of worrying about it? I don’t see Geer or Pang or Stick moping. Jen… — Michael Grant Copy Share
“It's not like I've spent my life beating he boys back with a flaming torch.” — Michael Grant Copy Share
You don't look so much like a great hero,' Jarrah said. 'I'm pretty sure I'm not,' Mack said wearily. 'My throat is hoarse from… — Michael Grant Copy Share
“Lana said, “Sam, can you, you know, like burn that concrete off her hands?” — Michael Grant Copy Share
