Next Time I'll Pat You On The

Tomorrow," Minho Added. "somehow, Some Way.

Do Books About The Holocaust Make Us Think, "oh Well, There Was Nothing We Could've Done To Prevent That Or Prevent It From Happening Again"? Of Course Not. It Makes Us Angry And Determined To Stop Such Atrocities.

She Paused. That's Just My Way Of Saying I Would've Killed You If You'd Died.

Thomas Swallowed, Wondering How He Could Ever Go Out There. His Desire To Become A Runner Had Taken A Major Blow. But He Had To Do It. Somehow He Knew He Had To Do It. It Was Such An Odd Thing To Feel, Especially After What He'd Just Seen... Thomas Knew He Was A Smart Kid- He Somehow Felt It In His Bones. But Nothing About This Place Made Any Sense. Except For One Thing. He Was Supposed To Be A Runner. Why Did He Feel That So Strongly? And Even Now, After Seeing What Lived In The Maze?

Down The Road A Bit, I Would Like To Write A Couple Of Stand-alone Adult Novels, Especially In The Horror Genre. I've Got Lots Of Things Up My Sleeve.