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Maze Runner: The Fever Code

Maze Runner: The Fever Code

James Dashner

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2017 Penguin Random House; Delacorte Press
384 Seiten; 210 mm x 146 mm; ab 12 Jahre
ISBN: 978-0-553-51312-7

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"Ein gelungenes Prequel mit vielen wunderbaren, manchmal bittersüßen und auch sehr nachdenklich stimmenden Momenten.", studierenichtdeinleben.wordpress.com, Sarah Schückel, 18.12.2016

Langtext
Du weißt, was im Labyrinth, in der Brandwüste und der Todeszone passiert ist?
Ganz sicher nicht!

Sie sind die Auserwählten. Dazu erkoren, eine Welt zu retten, die längst verloren scheint. Sie sind die Zukunft der Menschheit und ihre einzige Hoffnung. Das glauben sie zumindest. Denn noch ahnen sie nichts von geheimen Allianzen, schockierenden Geheimnissen und unverzeihlichen Lügen.
Sie wissen nur, dass sie von ANGST auf die erste Phase des Experiments vorbereitet werden.
Das macht die Auserwählten zu Freunden - und damit beginnt der Verrat an Thomas.

Der krönende Abschluss der Bestseller-Serie!


221.11.28 | 9:23 a.m.
 
 
Stephen, Stephen, Stephen. My name is Stephen.
 
He d been chanting it over and over to himself for the last two days--since they d taken him from his mom. He remembered every second of his last moments with her, every tear that ran down her face, every word, her warm touch. He was young, but he understood that it was for the best. He d seen his dad plummet into complete madness, all anger and stink and danger. He couldn t take seeing it happen to his mom.
 
Still, the pain of their separation swallowed him. An ocean that had sucked him under, its coldness and depth never-ending. He lay on the bed in his small room, legs tucked up to his chest and eyes squeezed shut, curled into a ball, as if that would bring sleep down on him. But since he d been taken, slumber had come only in fits, snatches full of dark clouds and screaming beasts. He focused.
 
Stephen, Stephen, Stephen. My name is Stephen.
 
He figured he had two things to hold on to: his memories and his name. Surely they couldn t take the first away from him, but they were trying to steal the second. For two days they d pressed him to accept his new name: Thomas. He d refused, clinging desperately to the seven letters his own flesh and blood had chosen for him. When the people in the white coats called him Thomas, he didn t respond; he acted as if he couldn t hear them or as if he thought they were talking to someone else. It wasn t easy when only two people stood in the room, which was usually the case.
 
Stephen wasn t even five years old, yet his only glimpse of the world had been full of darkness and pain. And then these people took him. They seemed intent on making sure he realized that things could only get worse, every lesson learned harder than the one before it.
 
His door buzzed, then immediately popped open. A man strode in, dressed in a green one-piece suit that looked like pajamas for grown-ups. Stephen wanted to tell him he looked ridiculous, but based on the last few encounters he d had with these people, he decided to keep his opinion to himself. Their patience was beginning to wear thin.
 
Thomas, come with me, the man said.
 
Stephen, Stephen, Stephen. My name is Stephen.
 
He didn t move. He kept his eyes squeezed shut, hoping the stranger hadn t noticed that he d taken a peek when the man had first entered. A different person had come each time. None of them had been hostile, but then, none had been very nice either. They all seemed distant, their thoughts elsewhere, removed from the boy alone in the bed.
 
The man spoke again, not even trying to conceal the impatience in his voice. Thomas, get up. I don t have time for games, okay? They re running us ragged to get things set up, and I ve heard that you re one of the last ones resisting your new name. Give me a break, son. This is seriously something you want to fight about? After we saved you from what s happening out there?
 
Stephen willed himself not to move, the result only a stiffness that couldn t possibly look like someone sleeping. He held his breath until he finally had to suck in a huge gulp of air. Giving up, he rolled onto his back and glared at the stranger dead in the eye.
 
You look stupid, he said.
 
The man tried to hide his surprise but failed; amusement crossed his face. Excuse me?
 
Anger flared inside Stephen. I said, you look stupid. That ridiculous green jumpsuit. And give up the act. I m not going to just do whatever you want me to do. And I m definitely not putting on anything that looks like those man-jammies you re wearing. And don&rsq



James Dashner is the author of the #1 New York Times bestselling Maze Runner series: The Maze Runner, The Scorch Trials, The Death Cure, The Kill Order and The Fever Code, as well as the bestselling Mortality Doctrine series: The Eye of Minds, The Rule of Thoughts, and The Game of Lives. Dashner was born and raised in Georgia, but now lives and writes in the Rocky Mountains. To learn more about him and his books, visit JamesDashner.com, follow @jamesdashner on Twitter, and find dashnerjames on Instagram.