The Maze Runner (Maze Runner, #1)

by James Dashner

Thomas was so stunned he’d barely heard the last part. Sixteen? He was sixteen? He felt much older than that.

This is interesting!

He glanced upward again, half expecting it to have changed back to normal. But it was all gray. Not cloudy, not twilight, not the early minutes of dawn. Just gray. The sun had disappeared.

So ominous, but also gives the felling they are inside

But there was something about the largest object in the solar system vanishing that tended to disrupt normal schedules.

to Thomas it meant one thing: the fact they could no longer see the sun probably meant they’d never been able to in the first place. A sun couldn’t just disappear. Their sky had to have been—and still was—fabricated. Artificial.

Exactly! Its been giving that from the beginning

“I mean, it should be impossible—sometimes you don’t look very hard for things you don’t believe will or can happen.”

So he was going to get stung by a Griever. Go through the Changing. On purpose.

Should have been done that, dangerous as it is