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488 pages, Paperback
First published December 18, 2012
“They were never scared of the kids who might die, or the empty spaces they would leave behind. They were afraid of us-the ones who lived.”
“Did you know...you make me so happy that sometimes I actually forget to breath? I'll be looking at you, and my chest will get so tight...and it's like, the only thought in my head is how much I want to reach over and kiss you.”
I whirled around and slapped that same clammy hand back down into his lap. My next breath caught in my throat. Do not touch me, I wanted to say; don’t think I won’t break every single finger on that hand. But he was still grinning at me, his tongue on his cold sore, his hand rising again. Only this time, he wagged his fingers in my direction, taunting.
Martin picked at the sore with grubby nails until blood appeared and he licked it off with his lips and the tip of his fingers. Watching me, like he expected me to ask for a taste.
"Use the damn map," Chubs groused behind him.
"I can figure it out without it," Liam insisted. He kept swiveling his head back and forth, like he expected someone to appear and guide him in the right direction with road flares and fanfare.
Five minutes later, the map was spread over the steering wheel, and Chubs was gloating in the backseat.
When a girl cries, few things are more worthless than a boy.
"This is Lee Stewart?" he demanded. "From Caledonia?"
"From North Carolina"," Liam said with surprising venom.
The thing about enthusiasm - especially Liam's particular brand - was that it was catching.
"Did you know ... you make me so happy that sometimes I actually forgot to breathe?"
"That girl was gone forever, and all that was left was a product of the place that had taught her to fear the bright things inside of her heart."
“The Darkest Minds tend to hide behind the most unlikely faces.”