Too bad we don't have a flashlight." "Thanks for stating the obvious, Mr. Thomas," Minho replied.

If you ain’t scared… you ain’t human.

Though he’d never know for sure what had happened to them, his mind was super talented at imagining the absolute worst.

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

Oh, I'm good. Seriously, after all these years, you'd think I would stop amazing myself. But here I am, still doing it.

The Creators,” Minho said; then he spat on the floor. “I’m gonna break your faces!

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.