Kindle Notes & Highlights
“Twelve, midnight. You’ve been asleep for almost fifteen hours.”
No wonder so many people have trouble making connections. They’ve been taught to move on from anything deemed broken.
This line alone is crazy deep.
Other than the ballerina picture, there’s another painting of several red birds in a dive position over a smoking field. It’s something I might pick out if given the opportunity.
This actually sounds really beautiful...
“I thought these were illegal?”
“They’re contacts,” she answers. “Colored to be exact. So no one will recognize us.”
I had no idea he was in this deep. That’s pretty brave considering the penalty is a minimum of fifteen years behind bars or worse. And us? At least ten if we’re caught wearing them.”
“No need to get all emotional about it. Sheesh.”
years. “Sage. Sun’s up. Let’s go train.” I open my eyes and blink a few times. Not my father, but Colt.
“How does your father know so much about Junks?”
Damn good question....is this related to her mom???
If my father knew something like this was a reality, why didn’t he take us to Eden?
“It looks like it was used recently, maybe in the last several weeks.”
“But who would deliberately go down here?”
It’s low and gargling, like the growl a pit bull might make if it were drowning.
...odd reference.....why tf would you know what this sounds like?!?
Author watchlist?!? Maybe...we'll see..
People have everything, and yet everyone I meet is in survival mode.
This is as far as I know, and I wonder why my father didn’t teach me the rest of the building’s layout.
my eyes tear. I quickly wipe at my eyes when I feel Colt watching me.
PLEASE......DID THIS JUST MOVE HER CONTACTS LOWKEY?!? Did the singing lady see ?!?!?!?!
Of all the lessons my father gave me, he never taught what to do in this situation. Should I fight him? Be flattered?
One eye is dark brown and the other is a lime green. The woman’s are the same. Speeders. They are almost impossible to fight in hand-to-hand combat. You blink and they appear behind you.
Max only tugs on my arm when it’s something really important. He did it once when he caught sight of a bear coming toward us along the bank of a river. I was too busy reeling in a fish. He saved our lives that day.
In his ear, I whisper, “Please. We’re so close.”
Is-......is.......is this spposed to be spicy or have Ijust read too many spicy books lately?LMFAO
He stares up at me through the narrow opening and smiles. “Change the world,” he says just as an invisible blast knocks him to the ground.
Author Rachel McClellan might want to call her cousin Pookie and ask for his lawyer's number because it's straight to the pen for this one! Not like she can use them there anyway, right? Hey Rachel, since you like to write so much, write us a referral for the therapy we're going to need after this loss. Write us a check for tomorrow's shift we have to take a mental health day for now. Write your financial advisor a reminder to Venmo everyone $30 for the gas they'll be using to return this book because she wants to PLLAAAYYY on the gd PAGES! Start writing your letter to the prison board in hopes of an early release so we can APPEAL that shit! You want to wait 18 chapters......18 CCCCCHHHHHHAAAAAPPPPTTTTTEEEERRRRS ...to kill this man off?!?!?!
"Change the world" *bombastic side eye*
You have 18 days.
Reparations WILL be recieved.
XOXO,
Gossip Girl
Purgatory Island,
“It’s an island that was set up as a prison over a hundred years ago. It came at a time when the population had exploded, which meant more bad guys. Prisons were so overcrowded that wardens had to start letting people go, the least of the offenders first. This outraged and scared a lot of people.”
three-strikes-you’re-out sort of thing. Except for murderers. They went straight to the Island. But for other criminals they were given a few chances. If they couldn’t shape up, then they were shipped away.”
“What’s on the Island?” “At first, absolutely nothing. They let people fend for themselves. The inmates had to find their own food, shelter, everything, so of course, the majority of them died within months of getting there, whether from starvation or each other. The only ‘supervision’ they had were eight guard stations a hundred yards off the coast in the water. They were connected together by strings of barbed wire that go all around the island to keep people from coming and going by boat without authorization.”
How do I not know any of this? My father taught me so much. Why not this?
a Mudder? They’re the strongest of the species, arms and legs like tree trunks and good at fighting. My only advantage is knowing its weakness. They tire quickly. However, between their strength and the quickness of the Speeder, I’m not sure how Colt and I can beat them.
You must have some great gear to get on that balcony.” Tank frowns. “Where’s your shirt, Colt?” “We had a few issues,” Colt says and nods me forward to help Tank with Anthony. I notice he’s being mindful to keep the wings on his back out of Tank’s line of sight.
He’s a Canine and the last Prime I ever want near me.
My eyes close tight, not because I’m worried about falling, but because of the Canine. He has my blood and now everything has changed.
Of all the Primes my father taught me about, they were the ones he told me to avoid the most. They only had one weakness, but unfortunately it wasn’t one that could easily be exploited. Canines hate bright lights.
“I said I would go with you to New York, but I didn’t say I’d run around in the forest, sleep on the ground, and live off the land!” Colt presses a button, making Jenna’s door open even though we’re still moving. “Then get out. Right now.”
Wouldn't this rush Sage's scent outside though???
I crack the window and suck in cool air.
Is this NOT pushing her scent out the car bruh?!?! Wtf!!!
Fronters. The name the Institute gives to Primes who act as their secret soldiers. They could be your neighbors for all anyone knows. I think they are the worst kind of people, deceptive right to your face.
She removes a small roll barely four inches thick with a single button at its center.
Jenna presses the black button and tosses the roll to the ground. It clicks three times and begins to unfold on its own until it’s a dome as tall and wide as Anthony. My father had a tent the same size, but it required thin poles to set it up. Something like this would’ve been much easier.
The fucking scifi gadgets get me EVERY time !!!!
“When I was little, a fire destroyed the school I attended. It was one of the oldest buildings in the city. No one even tried to save it. Just let it burn. Three kids died.”
WTF !!!!! Fuck their govt man!!!
“Are there any real farms anymore?” “There’s a few really big ones back west, but most of our food is manufactured now. The Institute lobbied for that decades ago, convincing the government that Primes needed special food to ensure optimum health.” He takes a bite of his food. “The Institute is out of control.”
Max walks at first, but after a while the cold gets to him, despite being bundled in layers of clothing. The poor child needs more fat on him, but for some reason his body doesn’t produce it like everyone else’s.
Colt rises into the air, his wings flapping, creating gusts of wind all around me. Leaves swirl and twist and my hair rises in the commotion. Max’s eyes grow big, and he’s actually smiling, not just in his eyes. I follow beneath them as Colt maneuvers through the trees, sometimes diving toward the ground and pulling up at the last second. Max giggles, a sound I haven’t heard for a long time. My eyes tear, and I wipe at them with the sleeve of my sweater.
Max laughs out loud, a sound sweeter than any bird’s song.
His hand, the one that had been holding mine, is balled tight, and I wonder how hard that must’ve been for him, touching me like that.
When your love language is physical touch...and your partner's is NOT......it really must be hard for the partner....no one talks about that though...crazy...
I smile and listen while I gut and skin the rabbit. Max watches intently, every step of the process. It’s something he’s familiar with.
“You’ve already risked so much for Max and me, Anthony and Jenna, too. It is enough.” He straightens and pulls me up with him. “I’ll tell you when it’s enough.”
Two Primes break the circle, allowing her to pass. Just before the circle closes again, I notice a quick movement behind the line. Someone is on the outside of the circle, pacing back and forth. I squint my eyes to discover who, but the circle grows tighter.
Her eyes are all white, not even black pupils. She’s a Spotter, which means she has a gift for sensing poor health in others. Because of this, they often go into the medical field.
Although others don’t know it, I know his mind is unraveling everything he sees and placing it in easy-to-remember blocks.
He's like Sunny from ASOUE.....this book is honestly like a mix of ASOUE and Hunger games!!
Tank remains inside, speaking with Ash about flying the plane somewhere just outside the city’s boundaries.
That's weird......if she means something to you....and you KNOW the Institute has orders to shoot to kill....why tf would he tell her to keep flying it AT ALL...let alone closer just outside NYC borders?!?! Sketchy as hell...lemme find out Tank's a Fronter...
“We head north,” Tank says as he walks by me and toward Max. “I’ll take the kid.”
Who tf does he think he iiiisssssssaaaa !!!?!?!
Planks are similar in strength to the tall Titan I faced at the Institute, but Planks don’t lack intelligence, nor do they have the same weakness of bending at the waist. A Plank’s only weakness, common to their species, but not definitive, is poor eyesight. Twiggys, on the other hand, are fast runners and have a death grip if they catch you, but their movements are awkward in hand-to-hand combat. Alone, each species can be dealt with, but simultaneously they’re a deadly combination.
