Quotes from Ally Carter

Macey?" Zach asked as if he couldn't believe his eyes, which was maybe the most flattering thing ever, because no one has ever mistaken me for Macey McHenry. Ever.

But that's a girl's right—isn't it? To cry sometimes for no reason? Really, when you think about it, that ought to be in the Constitution. Maybe I'll break into the National Archives sometime and write that in. Bex

Dear Logan, This is called a letter. It's like an email but written on paper and sent through the regular mail (like bills).

We were two girls who got lucky, and luck's not a skill that anyone can learn

Small changes. Big differences

The things that are the most precious to us are sometimes the most secret.

Maddie had never really understood why they had four chairs. It's not like they did a lot of entertaining. Not unless you counted the time Maddie had forgotten to lock up her cereal in an airtight container and a bear had tried to break through the cabin's front door. Which Maddie totally did not count. That bear hadn't been invited and would never be welcome again.

My breath is coming too hard. I want to cry. To scream. To die.

I didn't run away," I said, louder than I intended. "I left… I knew that I wasn't in danger." I looked down at my hands. "I was the danger

This is her world. Her domain. Politics and intricate back-alley deals, trade alliances formed over champagne and shrimp cocktail.

I know there are other couples around us, but they feel like distant blurs. Only Alexei is solid and sure. Between my tight dress and aching feet and swirling head, he may be the only thing keeping me steady.

I was trying to decide what to give you for Christmas." Slowly, Kat slipped closer. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah. I was thinking a jet. That way you could stop borrowing mine." "Jets are nice," Kat said. "I also like candy. And I need socks." "Okay." Hale gave her The Smile again "Jets. Candy. Socks. I'll make a note.

Strapless bras? Well let's just say, I'm the kind of girl who likes things sufficiently strapped.

They stayed in the Shadows. But shadows are the perfect place from which to watch, to see.

And they would go back together. Eventually. My time at the Gallagher Academy had taught me that there are some things that can never, ever be pulled apart.

I thought about the ravens, and I spread my wings to fly...

It was as if a virus had been injected into our school, but Macey'd known about a thousand boys before she'd come here. And I'd known Josh. The two of us had been exposed to boys before, so we had built up antibodies. We were, in a word, immune.

Hush, little princess, wait and see. No one's gonna know that you are me.

When Gabrielle brought the antique candelabra to the fire and lit the candles, their gentle glow filled the room, and Kat could see the earl's daughter pressed against Hale's side. She was not a possessive person. She'd never been prone to jealousy. No. Kat was more prone to simply making sure the very fancy college that Lady Georgette was going to be attending found out that the girl had had "help" with her entrance exams.

I have never been one to fall when I can jump.

Five decades on the throne and this is how they treat me, Ms. Blakely. Makes me wish I'd been a teacher." His voice drops. He almost sounds a little wistful. "I would have liked to have been a teacher.

I seem to be at a disadvantage," she told him. "Don't feel bad." He grinned. "Most people are.

Dear Logan, I got all new clothes, which is NOT as exciting as it sounds. Turns out, they don't even make extreme-weather boots with sequins on them. If you ask me, they're missing out on a market. I mean, if you have to be stuck in the mud, shouldn't you at least have something pretty to look at? Maddie

Here's the thing you need to know about surveillance: it's boring. Sure, sometimes we blow stuff up and jump off buildings and/or moving trains, but most of the time we just hang around waiting for something to happen (a fact that almost never makes it into the movies), so I might have felt pretty silly if I were a normal girl and not a highly trained secret-agent-type person as I sat on that park bench, trying to act normal when, by definition, I'm anything but.