Quotes About Mystery

Teresa handed Thomas a really long knife, almost a sword. He couldn't imagine where she'd been hiding these things, but she now held a short dagger in addition to her spear.

Look," Thomas said, pointing down the line of stacks they'd formed, confused, but happy that the letters were so obvious. "It spells FLOAT and then it spells CAT." "Float cat?" Newt asked. "Doesn't sound like a bloody rescue code to me.

They were boys, all of them—some young, some older. Thomas didn't know what he'd expected, but seeing those faces puzzled him. They were just teenagers.

Chuck seemed deep in thought. "Well, they found a dead Griever, right?" "Yeah," Newt replied. "Thanks for that bit of news." Chuck absently tapped his fork against the table for a few seconds. "Well, then who killed the stupid thing?" Excellent question, Thomas thought. He waited for Newt to answer, but nothing came. He obviously didn't have a clue.

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

Ella sonrió por primera vez y él casi tuvo que desviar la mirada, como si no tuviera derecho de contemplar su expresión. Pensó que no podía ocurrir algo tan lindo en un lugar tan sombrío y gris.

Things are really weird around here, and most of us don't know everything. Half of everything.

You're Subject A-two," Newt answered. Then he lowered his eyes "And?" Thomas pushed. Newt hesitated, then answered without looking at him. "It doesn't call you anything. It just says . . . 'To be killed by Group B.

I know you," Gally added without looking back. "I saw you in the Changing, and I'm gonna figure out who you are.

Why isn't anybody here?" Minho asked. He turned in a circle, searching the place. "If they're holding people in there, why no guards?

Must lead to where the … ya know … Grievers live," he said when finished. "The Griever Hole," Thomas added.

Thomas was sick of being accused of knowing things.

As you may well know by now, the Givers are mysterious, and love to speak in riddles. It's more annoying than having sand in your underpants...

were no windows. A large round handle resembling a

Welcome to the Glade.

Looks like a maze," Thomas whispered,

CRUEL es bueno. CRUEL es bueno...

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

The kicker was an image of Bryson, naked as the day he was born, being chased by seven mermaids that were so angry they had sprouted legs. He'd never admitted exactly what he'd done.

happened to her? What had happened to them? Where were

She was thin, but not too small. Maybe five and a half feet tall, from what he could tell. She looked like she could be fifteen or sixteen years old, and her hair was tar black. But the thing that had really stood out to him was her skin: pale, white as pearls.

the Box lay open, as if inviting him to jump back in and go home. Near

The bodies were gone, with no sign that they'd ever been there in the first place.

They fell from the sky in jagged streaks, like bars of