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“Woodchuck frowned. “Er, let’s assume there’s no phones. They’ve all been lost in the disaster. Now, there’s only a few of you down there, stranded miles from civilization without any means of contact. What do you do to survive?” “Eat the dead people!” Warren suggested, a bit too enthusiastically.”
― Spy Camp
― Spy Camp
“We wouldn’t starve,” Warren said. “There’ll be plenty of fresh people. . . .” “Dude,” Zoe said. “Drop the whole cannibal thing.”
― Spy Camp
― Spy Camp
“For the first time since I’d met her, the girl smiled. “Welcome to spy school,” she said.”
― Spy School
― Spy School
“Okay. Nite! , Mia wrote.”
― Katie Just Desserts
― Katie Just Desserts
“The first explosion detonated in the road directly in front of our bus. There was a blinding flash of light and then a concussion of air that shattered the windshield and knocked me flat. The bus was thrown sideways like a Matchbox car and slammed into the rock face. Dust and debris ballooned through the gap in the window, coating me, Alexander, and everyone in the first three rows. Someone screamed in terror next to me. I thought it was one of the girls in my class, but when I sat up and wiped the dust from my eyes, I found it was Nate Mackey. He was on the floor in the fetal position, white as a sheet. “We’re going to die!” he screamed. “We’re going to die!” I looked to Woodchuck for help. Unfortunately, he was slumped in his seat, unconscious. Perhaps he’d been clocked in the head by a piece of flying debris. Or maybe he’d simply fainted in fear. Whatever the case, he wasn’t going to be any help. A second explosion went off in the road behind the bus. Out the back window, I saw part of the road crumble and plummet into the gorge, cutting off our escape route.”
― Spy Camp
― Spy Camp
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