Pines: Wayward Pines: 1 (The Wayward Pines Trilogy)

by Blake Crouch

Had probably been a stone-cold knockout in her twenties, although thirty-four or thirty-five—whatever she was now—didn’t seem to be treating her too badly.

BARF LOL WHY ARE MEN

He pointed at the burger. “That’s an amazing piece of work.”

This guy wants to be Dale Cooper so. Bad.

And though the hand holding his clearly didn’t belong to a young woman—the skin too taut and thin, like old paper—there was something so familiar in the voice that it broke his heart.

What is the correlation ? Blake you hve BRAIN WORMS i swear

Marvels at her love for him. Her loyalty. So far beyond anything he deserves, it only intensifies the shame.

Sick male fantasy vibes

a mouthful of smiling teeth too white and perfect to be a product of any fourth-world, Middle Eastern shithole.

Very nice. Classy stuff

Our genome is corruptible, and we so abused this planet that we ultimately corrupted that precious DNA blueprint that makes us human.

This planet lives and breathes on a much vaster scale. We can’t imagine its slow and powerful rhythms, and we haven’t got the humility to try.