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“Zombie!” Sammy calls. “I knew it was you.” Zombie? “Where are you taking him?” Ben says to me in a deep voice. I don’t remember it being that deep. Is my memory bad or is he lowering it on purpose, to sound older? “Zombie, that’s Cassie,” Sam chides him. “You know—Cassie.” “Cassie?” Like he’s never heard the name before. “Zombie?” I say, because I really haven’t heard that name before. I pull off the cap, thinking it might help him recognize me, then immediately regret it. I know what my hair must look like. “We go to the same high school,” I say, drawing my fingers hastily through my chopped-off locks. “I sit in front of you in Honors Chemistry.” Ben shakes his head like he’s clearing out the cobwebs. Sammy goes, “I told you she was coming.” “Quiet, Sam,” I scold him. “Sam?” Ben asks. “My name is Nugget now, Cassie,” Sam informs me. “Well, sure it is.” I turn to Ben. “You know my brother.”

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The 5th Wave

In this gripping science fiction novel, a series of catastrophic events known as 'waves' have overwhelmed Earth, leaving humanity on the brink of extinction. The story follows a young girl named Cassie as she navigates the chaos and tries to uncover the truth behind the alien invaders and their devastating plan for humanity. more

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Rick Yancey
Rick Yancey

Rick Yancey is an American novelist known for his young adult literature. His works often blend elements of science fiction, fantasy, and adventure, and are highly favored by young readers. more

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