Zoey Is Too Drunk for This Dystopia (Zoey Ashe #3)

by Jason Pargin

cancel the tour.”

As long as we keep focusing on the next thing, we’ll never stop and examine what happened before. Ever forward, right? Like a bullet train.”

Secrets, Will liked to say, are the fragile threads that hold all of society together.

“And you think they’re all being abducted by these religious types? And what? Killed? Held prisoner somewhere? That doesn’t sound like the Christian thing to do.” Axol stared at Zoey. “Bitch, have you ever opened a history book?”

She got on the floor and took time to apologize to the cat for leaving the house,

there usually were plans in place but, in the end, the endemic chaos of the universe would always have its say.

An invisible boa constrictor was squeezing her chest, what Zoey had come to call her Anxiety Snake.

He got exploded

“If you get all caught up in what should and shouldn’t be, versus what is and isn’t, you’ll just drive yourself crazy.

She reached for the bottle of red wine on the floor next to her and found it empty. Cats must have drunk it.

Grief is funny in a situation like this. When it’s sudden, I mean. Out of the blue. At first, it’s just shock, like an ambush. But once that’s passed, you realize the ambush isn’t really over, the grief hides and waits, ready to jump out at the most random times, for years and years.”

by getting disappeared

“Sure,” replied Echo in a deadpan tone. “What I’ve been taking is … caffeine. Absolutely.”

“I am swimming to stay ahead of a dark thing slithering through the water behind me.”