I'll come back to you," I say, "If it's the last thing I do, I'll come back to you.

Being in love is a very strange thing.

He says we need to live in the real world, where war and death are a reality, not pretend.

Wow, Johnny. I send you out for reinforcements and you come back with an old man, a nerd and this little hobbit guy. Great job.

Nine lies on his back, groaning. His chest is shredded from where Eight slashed him, he’s got a fresh black eye, and I think I notice a trickle of blood from where I struck him with his staff. Suddenly, his groans turn to laughter. “That was awesome!” Nine hollers.

I drop the other Chest to the ground in shock. "What number are you? I'm Four." He squints at me and then offers his hand. "I'm Nine. Good job staying alive, Number Four.

My breathing is controlled, but all the fear and anger within me. Fear is too simple a word. Terror. That's what I feel.