The Maze Runner The Death Cure Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

That day, when he had gone to visit Joan, Daisy and their child had been lying in the morgue… He was the husband. The father. Their closest family. "Daisy, how could you be so selfish? That was our child—my child!" Like a madman, Dean lunged forward to snatch the urn. He refused to accept that the happiness within his grasp had turned to ashes. Adriana stepped back, but Francesco moved in front of her, shielding her. "Mars, take him away!" "Daisy, give my child back! Daisy, you killed my child! You'll go to the lowest hell for this!"

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Elena races to me, relief written on her face until she sees what we've brought. "Is that..." "Marcus," I respond. "He's dead. But we have the cure." I don't tell her more. Can't, at least not now. I just go by her to the cabin where Zara is being tended. She's worse than she was when I left. Her skin is pale, fever-colored blotches on the apples of her cheeks. She's awake but only just, her eyes unfocused. "Zara," I say, kneeling beside her. "You have to drink this."

"It’s too sweet. Like rotting fruit." "It’s just the preservative. They used arsenic and lavender back then." I traced a line of text with my finger. The blood of the moon-born shall be stilled only by the earth’s deep silence. "Richard, look. This chapter. It’s titled 'The Severance.' It talks about a cure for the shift-burn." "There is no cure for being what we are."

Betsy waited outside the operating room looking anxious. "You still care about him, don’t you?" I asked her quietly. "Who says I do?" she snapped. "I'm just worried that if he dies, what will happen to our business?" It made sense! I nodded quickly. If he died at our guesthouse, there was no way we could keep running it. Seeing her hard exterior, I sighed. "I don't know where you got your information, but there's no truth to it,” Julius said to his mother.

I chuckle, "We've been through a lot since you first led me down this hall." Expressionless, he opens the bunker's door, and I start down the ladder. Seeing the few remaining Knights is sad. Marisol, Toro, Uncle Julius, and even Mama are dead. And Rojelio has grown so much in a year. Micah's shutting the door when we hear, "Wait!" It's Deena. She enters the bunker, and the little life left inside dissipates. With her eyes piercing my soul, she tells Micah, "Now you can seal it."

“ Ezra Irwin is not only an addiction but also a parasite who will kill you even after you are dead and I hope I have met my death.” AUTHOR'S NOTE: ENDING THIS BOOK HERE, WILL COME BACK WITH A SEQUEL.

And that’s when she really started to panic. Was this purgatory? Limbo? Some celestial waiting room for people who died confused? Or worse... an afterlife with no coffee? Her thoughts were spinning when suddenly—she heard footsteps. It was rapid and urgent. Someone was running. And oddly enough, she felt herself turn in that direction. Not her head, exactly, but her sense of being tilted—like a camera panning. Then she saw a child. A little girl, maybe six or seven, sprinting straight toward her.

I said softly, “to honor someone, you have to let their mistakes burn.” He turned his head toward me, the firelight reflecting in his eyes. “And what about you? What do you want to do with all this?” I looked down at the tablet in my lap. “Find out what’s still hidden.” There was one last entry, dated only a week before his father’s death. I opened it carefully. Final Note: The cure exists. I designed it to reverse the genetic code to wipe out the mutations permanently. But it requires something pure. A donor without corruption. Her blood.

"Honey, werewolves transform at night. It’s normal that you don’t remember. I’ll watch over you from now on. I won’t let anyone discover your identity." I crouched there, my mind in chaos. If this were real… Did that mean I wasn’t human? Why did I have no memory of what happened at night? And why had I died four times, trapped in this endless loop? One question after another shattered everything I thought I knew about the world. If I weren’t human, that wasn’t scientific. But was this death loop scientific? My in-laws, now convinced, raised their voices again, pointing fingers. "What kind of spawn did your family give birth to?! Eating raw meat and drinking blood, and you still let her roam