Time for the world to end. by Rick Yancey

Time for the world to end.

Rick Yancey

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Tampons. I’m constantly worrying about my stash and if I’ll be ab... by Rick Yancey

Tampons. I’m constantly worrying about my stash and if I’ll be able to find more.

tampons able worry

We’re here, and then we’re gone, and it’s not about the time we’re here, but what we do with the time.

Because we will die, but at least we will die unbroken. by Rick Yancey

Because we will die, but at least we will die unbroken.

When I cry - when I let myself cry - that's who I cry for. I don't cry for myself. I cry for the Cassie that's gone. And I wonder what that Cassie would think of me. The Cassie who kills.

gone wonder thinking

I had it all wrong," he says. "Before I found you, I thought the only way to hold on was to find something to live for. It isn't. To hold on, you have to find something you're willing to die for.

found-you willing way

I am a shark, Cassie," he says slowly, drawing the words out, as if he might be speaking to me for the last time. Looking into my eyes with tears in his, as if he's seeing me for the last time. "A shark who dreamed he was a man.

And no answer when we sent our message. Something like, "Hello, welcome to Earth. Hope you enjoy your stay. Please don't kill us.

earth messages answers

What were they thinking? 'It's an alien apocalypse! Quick, grab t... by Rick Yancey

What were they thinking? 'It's an alien apocalypse! Quick, grab the beer!

aliens beer thinking

After another half second, he's locked me in a bear hug, crushing me into his chest and lifting my feet a couple inches off the ground as I kick furiously with my heels, twisting my head back and forth, snapping at his forearm with my teeth. And the whole time his lips tickling the delicate skin of my ear. "Cassie. Don't. Cassie..." "Let...me...go." "That's been the whole problem. I can't.

crush couple feet

Do you know how to tell who the enemy is, Cassie? by Rick Yancey

Do you know how to tell who the enemy is, Cassie?

know-how knows enemy

I thought I knew what loneliness was before he found me, but I had no clue. You don't know what real loneliness is until you've known the opposite.

loneliness real opposites

The kid who didn't go back when he should have and now goes back when he shouldn't. The kid called Zombie, who made a promise, and if he breaks that promise, the war is over - not the big war, but the war that matters, the one in the battlefield of his heart. Because promises matter. They matter now more than ever.

I didn't save you," he whispers, lips tickling my eyelashes. "You... by Rick Yancey

I didn't save you," he whispers, lips tickling my eyelashes. "You saved me.

tickling lips eyelashes

Prayers and promises. The one his sister made to him. The unspoken one I made to my sister. Prayers are promises, too, and these are the days of broken promises.

broken prayer promise

When the moment comes to stop running from your past, to turn around and face the thing you thought you could not face--the moment when your life teeters between giving up and getting up--when that moment comes, and it always comes, if you can't get up and you can't give up either, here's what you do: Crawl.

giving-up running past

I brought Sammy inside and put him to bed. Said his prayer with him. “‘Now I lay me down to sleep…’” To me, just random noise. Gibberish. I wasn’t sure exactly what it was, but I felt that, when it came to God, there was a broken promise in there somewhere.

broken prayer sleep

Why did they come billions of miles just to stare at us? It's rud... by Rick Yancey

Why did they come billions of miles just to stare at us? It's rude.

staring miles rude

I didn't show up here to give your life purpose now that your life's over. That's up to you to figure out.

up-to-you purpose giving

Climb onto my shoulders. I will not let you fall. by Rick Yancey

Climb onto my shoulders. I will not let you fall.

shoulders climbs fall

Sarcasm doesn't appear to work on him. If that's true, I'm in trouble: It's my normal mode of communication.

sarcasm normal communication