“Oh, I'm good. Seriously, after all these years, you'd think I would stop amazing myself. But here I am, still doing it.”
“Let's get this started, people. It won't be long before we all lose our minds.”
“Scared. That’s good. A fine soldier is always scared. Makes you normal. It’s how you respond to it that makes or breaks you.”
“What would I do without you? I'd die of stress and depression before nature killed me.”
“I love the sound of it," Trina whispers, as if speaking too loudly might interrupt the drumming patter of the rain outside. "It makes me want to sleep. Snuggle my head right up in your armpit and snore for three days."
"My armpit?" Mark repeats. "Good thing we all showered up in the storm this morning. My pits smell like roses. Go ahead and get comfy.”
“She and Thomas had helped construct the Maze; at the same time she’d exerted a lot of effort to build a wall holding back her emotions.”
“What kind of world has this become?"
"A really sick one”
“But first, my friends, I need you to do something for me. We have two spies in the back of the auditorium.”
“Though he’d never know for sure what had happened to them, his mind was super talented at imagining the absolute worst.”
“Come on," Alec said, already stomping down the ramp. "Let's find us a squirrel." He swept the weapon back and forth as he walked, looking for any interlopers. "Or better yet, one of the crazies who might've strayed over here. Too bad these things have to be charged or we could get rid of this virus problem in a jiffy. Sweep these old neighborhoods nice and clean."
Mark joined him on the ground below the Berg, wary that someone might be watching from the ruined homes surrounding them or from the burnt woods beyond those. "Your value of human life brings tears to my eyes," he muttered.”
“There’s something really creepy about the doors being open,” Mark whispered. “And it’s so dark inside the rooms.” “What’s your point?” Alec asked. “Ready to turn around and go home?” “No. Just saying that you should go in first.”
“A roar cut through the melee: a booming growl, a noise that might come out of a she-bear protecting a cub. It was Alec- and suddenly bodies were flying everywhere.”
“You have a knack for trying to get yourself killed!”
“Hey, Alec," he said.
The man was on his hands and knees, leaning his face into the middle of a bush; he grunted something that kind of sounded like a "Yeah?"
"Why are we spending so much time on this side of where we left them?"
Alec pulled himself out of the bush and looked back at him. "Seemed logical. I'd think they either followed us out of here to find us, or they were taken by the same yahoos who attacked us. Or... maybe they went to investigate the fire."
Mark thought that was all barking up the wrong tree. "Or they ran away from the fire. Not every person on earth is as wacky-brained as you, good sir. Most people see a huge roaring inferno coming at them? They decide to cut and run. Just saying.”
“That can’t be good. If something has a nickname, that means it’s big and being talked about. Not good at all.”
“The older man’s bushy gray eyebrows bunched up in the middle as if they were hairy bugs trying to mate.”
“Her sweet little cry like that of angel among demons”
“She’s immune to the Flare. Use her. Do it before the crazy people find you.”
“They hugged, tight and warm and full of the promise he’d made upon waking up.”
“If she tried to speak, it would all come out: Her pain, her fear. Her anger. Her tears. And then her efforts to be strong for the boy would have been for naught. So she kept it in, a dam against a raging river.”
“The dreams came. The memories. More vivid than ever before. As if the depth of his exhaustion had created the perfect canvas for them.”
“Why are we up here?” Mark asked. Alec pointed a finger at him. “Because it’s what you do when someone comes to your house and attacks your people. You fight back. I’m not going to let these bloodsuckers get away with that crap.”
“There was so much to do. No time for sleeping. But he was so, so tired.…”
“All he could do was focus on the next rung of the ladder: Trina. He had to find Trina. If for no other reason than so he could die with her.”
“There’s a lady slumped on the edge of the landing and her face is gone, replaced by melted skin and blood. Mark feels as if he’s been given a glimpse into hell.”
“Maybe. It’s now or never.” “Cameras and guards? It’s a big risk.” “But they have our friends.” Alec nodded slowly. “Said like a true soldier.”
“How could they be in the same room and not joke about some smell or make fun of some clueless slouch nearby? How could she ever stand in front of him and not leap at the chance to communicate telepathically?”
“Okay, listen to me,” the old man said, his voice muffled behind his own swath of fabric. “We need to set some things straight before we get up there. We can’t let our emotions rule everything. No matter what we see, our number one priority has to be saving as many people as possible.”
“Alec took another bite and pushed it to the side of his mouth. “That’s the spirit.”
“Do they not teach manners in the army?” Trina asked. “You know, it’s just as easy to take a bite after you say something as right before it.”
Alec chomped on his bar. “It is?” He croaked a laugh and little pieces of granola shot out. Which made him roar even harder. He choked out a cough, composed himself, then was laughing all over again.
It was such a rare sight to see Alec acting like this, Mark didn’t know how to respond at first. But then he soaked it in, chuckling right along even though he’d forgotten what was funny in the first place. Trina had a smile on her face, and little Deedee was giggling heartily. The sound of it filled Mark up and washed away the doldrums.
“You’d think someone farted, the way you’re all getting on,” Lana said with a deadpan look.
That sent everyone into an even bigger fit that went on for several minutes, resparked every time it began to die down by Alec making gassy noises. Mark laughed until his face hurt and he tried his best to stop smiling, which made him laugh even harder.
Finally it did settle down, ending with one big sigh from the former soldier. Then he stood up.”
“We’re doing the right thing, Thomas. See you on the other side.”
“They had never felt slavery; and, when it was too late, they were convinced of its reality. When”
“In order to purify yourself, you have to understand yourself, Father Trais went on. Everything out in the world is also in you. Good, bad, evil, perfection, death, everything. So we study our souls.”
“Well, if pirates are bad,
And vampires are worse,
Then I pray that as long as I be
That though I sing of Vampirates
I never one shall see.
Yea, if pirates are danger
And vampires are death,
I'll extend my prayer for thee-
That thine eyes never see a Vampirate
...and they never lay a hand on thee”
“Goodness is nothing in the furnace of art.”
“Mother tells me,
They tease you
because they adore you.”
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