The 5th Wave (The 5th Wave, #1)

by Rick Yancey

that’s what you do when the curtain is falling—you give the line that the audience wants to hear.

“If you were the last person on Earth, I wouldn’t be here to do anything with you.” “Okay. What if we were the last two people on Earth?” “Then you’d still end up being the last, because I’d kill myself.”

“Before I found you, I thought the only way to hold on was to find something to live for. It isn’t. To hold on, you have to find something you’re willing to die for.”

There’s an old saying about the truth setting you free. Don’t buy it. Sometimes the truth slams the cell door shut and throws a thousand bolts.

I don’t move. I wait behind my log, terrified. Over the past ten minutes, it’s become such a dear friend, I consider naming it: Howard, my pet log.

I hop over Howard