Hunger. It's like an animal trapped inside you, Thomas thought.

What's going on?" Newt asked, looking back and forth between Thomas and Aris. "Why're you guys looking at each other like you just fell in love?

But first, my friends, I need you to do something for me. We have two spies in the back of the auditorium.

Shouldn't someone give a pep talk or something?" Minho asked, pulling Thomas's attention away from Alby. "Go ahead," Newt replied. Minho nodded and faced the crowd. "Be careful," he said dryly. "Don't die.

What was the point of even having a conversation when words couldn't be trusted?

He didn't have a single clue what was going on with these two strangers, but every instinct told him Master George equaled good, Mistress Jane equaled bald- he blinked-uh, bad.

She paused. That's just my way of saying I would've killed you if you'd died.