The Passage (The Passage, #1)

by Justin Cronin

One more step, Grey knew, and Richards would have shot him.

womp

Carter looked at the floor of the van, feeling dizzy and sick to his stomach.

:(

I couldn’t give two shits about the pie.”

this dude is so rude, im tired of him

That was when Carter realized what the feeling was. He felt seen.

“Sorry,” Richards said,

HUH??!!??!!!

a person’s life to become just a long series of mistakes, and that the end, when it came, was just one more instance in a chain of bad choices.

He’d done two of them already; she was the third. She opened her eyes in bed and he saw, in the pale light coming through the window, that she wasn’t some dried-up seahorse like the others but young, and not bad-looking.

Lancey?

“I could hear her coming.”

Huhhhhh

It happened fast. Thirty-two minutes for one world to die, another to be born.

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UPPPPP

Paulson looked straight into the camera as he holstered the gun and removed the grenade from his pocket, then two more. He pulled the pins, using his teeth, and rolled them into the elevator. Then he took one more look at Richards, who saw his empty eyes, drew the .45, raised it to the side of his head, and pulled the trigger.

Ommmmmggggg

last the stranger

who are youuuuu??!!!?

Wolgast

kinda love how the author is drip feeding us his back story

“I could feel it.” Amy’s eyes met Wolgast’s in the dark. “I feel all of them.”

However they had done it, Amy would not, could not die.

“It took her.”

bruh huhhhhh