{"product_id":"the-maze-runner-isbn-9780385737951","title":"The Maze Runner","description":"\u003cb\u003eTHE #1 \u003ci\u003eNEW YORK TIMES \u003c\/i\u003eBESTSELLING MAZE RUNNER SERIES • A teenager with no memory must navigate a deadly maze to survive in book one of this post-apocalyptic phenomenon.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e“[A] mysterious survival saga that passionate fans describe as a fusion of \u003ci\u003eLord of the Flies\u003c\/i\u003e [and] \u003ci\u003eThe Hunger Games\u003c\/i\u003e” (\u003ci\u003eEntertainment Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen Thomas wakes up in the lift, the only thing he can remember is his name. He’s surrounded by strangers—boys whose memories are also gone.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eOutside the towering stone walls that surround them is a limitless, ever-changing maze. It’s the only way out—and no one’s ever made it through alive.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThen a girl arrives. The first girl ever. And the message she delivers is terrifying: \u003ci\u003eRemember. Survive. Run.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eLook for more books in the blockbuster Maze Runner series:\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eTHE MAZE RUNNER • THE SCORCH TRIALS • THE DEATH CURE • THE KILL ORDER • THE FEVER CODE\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cu\u003ePraise for the Maze Runner series:\u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e Bestselling Series\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eA \u003ci\u003eUSA Today\u003c\/i\u003e Bestseller\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eA \u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e Best Teen Book of the Year\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eAn ALA-YASLA Best Fiction for Young Adults Book\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eAn ALA-YALSA Quick Pick\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \"[A] mysterious survival saga that passionate fans describe as \u003cb\u003ea fusion of \u003ci\u003eLord of the Flies\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eThe Hunger Games\u003c\/i\u003e, and \u003ci\u003eLost\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003c\/b\u003e\"—\u003ci\u003eEW\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Wonderful action writing\u003cb\u003e—fast-paced\u003c\/b\u003e…but smart and well observed.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003eNewsday\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “[A] \u003cb\u003enail-biting\u003c\/b\u003e must-read.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003eSeventeen\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Breathless, \u003cb\u003ecinematic action.\u003c\/b\u003e”—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “\u003cb\u003eHeart pounding\u003c\/b\u003e to the very last moment.”—\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “\u003cb\u003eExclamation-worthy.\u003c\/b\u003e”—\u003ci\u003eRomantic Times\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e [\u003cb\u003eSTAR\u003c\/b\u003e] “James Dashner’s illuminating prequel [\u003ci\u003eThe Kill Order\u003c\/i\u003e] will thrill fans of this Maze Runner [series] and prove just as \u003cb\u003eexciting for readers\u003c\/b\u003e new to the series.”—\u003ci\u003eShelf Awareness\u003c\/i\u003e, Starred\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"\u003cb\u003eTake a deep breath before you start\u003c\/b\u003e any James Dashner book.\"-\u003ci\u003eDeseret News\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eJames Dashner \u003c\/b\u003ewas born and raised in Georgia but now lives and writes in the Rocky Mountains. He is the author of the #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling Maze Runner series—\u003ci\u003eThe Maze Runner\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eThe Scorch Trials\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eThe Death Cure\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eThe Kill Order\u003c\/i\u003e, and \u003ci\u003eThe Fever Code\u003c\/i\u003e—as well as the bestselling Mortality Doctrine series—\u003ci\u003eThe Eye of Minds\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eThe Rule of Thoughts\u003c\/i\u003e, and \u003ci\u003eThe Game of Lives\u003c\/i\u003e. To learn more about James and his books, visit jamesdashner.com and follow @jamesdashner on X and dashnerjames on Instagram.Chapter 1\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe began his new life standing up, surrounded by cold darkness and stale, dusty air.\u003cbr\u003eMetal ground against metal; a lurching shudder shook the floor beneath him. He fell down at the sudden movement and shuffled backward on his hands and feet, drops of sweat beading on his forehead despite the cool air. His back struck a hard metal wall; he slid along it until he hit the corner of the room. Sinking to the floor, he pulled his legs up tight against his body, hoping his eyes would soon adjust to the darkness.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith another jolt, the room jerked upward like an old lift in a mine shaft.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHarsh sounds of chains and pulleys, like the workings of an ancient steel factory, echoed through the room, bouncing off the walls with a hollow, tinny whine. The lightless elevator swayed back and forth as it ascended, turning the boy's stomach sour with nausea; a smell like burnt oil invaded his senses, making him feel worse. He wanted to cry, but no tears came; he could only sit there, alone, waiting.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy name is Thomas, he thought.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat... that was the only thing he could remember about his life.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe didn't understand how this could be possible. His mind functioned without flaw, trying to calculate his surroundings and predicament. Knowledge flooded his thoughts, facts and images, memories and details of the world and how it works. He pictured snow on trees, running down a leaf-strewn road, eating a hamburger, the moon casting a pale glow on a grassy meadow, swimming in a lake, a busy city square with hundreds of people bustling about their business.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd yet he didn't know where he came from, or how he'd gotten inside the dark lift, or who his parents were. He didn't even know his last name. Images of people flashed across his mind, but there was no recognition, their faces replaced with haunted smears of color. He couldn't think of one person he knew, or recall a single conversation.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe room continued its ascent, swaying; Thomas grew immune to the ceaseless rattling of the chains that pulled him upward. A long time passed. Minutes stretched into hours, although it was impossible to know for sure because every second seemed an eternity. No. He was smarter than that. Trusting his instincts, he knew he'd been moving for roughly half an hour.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eStrangely enough, he felt his fear whisked away like a swarm of gnats caught in the wind, replaced by an intense curiosity. He wanted to know where he was and what was happening.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith a groan and then a clonk, the rising room halted; the sudden change jolted Thomas from his huddled position and threw him across the hard floor. As he scrambled to his feet, he felt the room sway less and less until it finally stilled. Everything fell silent.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA minute passed. Two. He looked in every direction but saw only darkness; he felt along the walls again, searching for a way out. But there was nothing, only the cool metal. He groaned in frustration; his echo amplified through the air, like the haunted moan of death. It faded, and silence returned. He screamed, called for help, pounded on the walls with his fists.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNothing.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThomas backed into the corner once again, folded his arms and shivered, and the fear returned. He felt a worrying shudder in his chest, as if his heart wanted to escape, to flee his body.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Someone... help... me!\" he screamed; each word ripped his throat raw.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA loud clank rang out above him and he sucked in a startled breath as he looked up. A straight line of light appeared across the ceiling of the room, and Thomas watched as it expanded. A heavy grating sound revealed double sliding doors being forced open. After so long in darkness, the light stabbed his eyes; he looked away, covering his face with both hands.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe heard noises above--voices--and fear squeezed his chest.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Look at that shank.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"How old is he?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Looks like a klunk in a T-shirt.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You're the klunk, shuck-face.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Dude, it smells like feet down there!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Hope you enjoyed the one-way trip, Greenie.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Ain't no ticket back, bro.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThomas was hit with a wave of confusion, blistered with panic. The voices were odd, tinged with echo; some of the words were completely foreign--others felt familiar. 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