Thoughts of the girl crashed around his mind, made him remember the connection he felt. A sadness washed over him, as if he missed her, wanted to see her. That doesn't make sense, he thought. I don't even know her… — James Dashner Copy Share Image
“He'd had bad, bad thoughts about this girl. Never, ever before in his fucking life had he had thoughts like he'd had about her. Usually when he thought about fucking, it was only about fucking. It was about relief. But… — Lynda Chance Copy Share Image
