tense · mysterious · survival · community · suspicion · action · drama · adventure · leadership · isolation
The Maze walls rose like giants, cutting the sky into narrow strips of pale light. I had lived as a ghost in their shadows, part of Jason's hidden group, our existence a secret kept from the Clearing. Then the screaming started. It echoed down the stone corridors, a sound of pure panic. I climbed, fingers finding holds in the ancient rock, and reached the top in time to see Alby and Minho sprinting desperately toward the great gates as they began to close. Without a thought, I leapt, shoving them both through the narrowing gap before throwing myself after them. I landed in a cloud of dust on the grass of the Glade. Now I'm slowly getting to my feet. A circle has formed around me—Alby with his leader's scowl, Newt with his careful eyes, Gally with open hostility, Thomas with stunned disb…