The Maze Runner (Maze Runner, #1)

by James Dashner

“Nice to meet ya, shank,” the boy said. “Welcome to the Glade.”

“If you ain’t scared,” Alby said, “you ain’t human.

Minho looked at Thomas. “I nominate this shank to replace me as Keeper of the Runners.”

“For the love, Winston,” Newt replied. “I’d say Gally’s a wee bit ill today,

“Worked, didn’t it? Aim high, hit low. Thank me later.”

My memory’s fading already, Tom. I won’t remember much when I wake up. We can pass the Trials. It has to end. They sent me as a trigger.

“Bread crumbs,” Minho replied. “I’m Hansel, you’re Gretel.”

“We hid the freaking Maps in the weapons room, put dummies in their place.

“I’d go with you,” the boy said in a far too jovial voice, “but I don’t wanna die a gruesome death.”

“Be careful,” he said dryly. “Don’t die.”