Quotes from Ally Carter

A sane person would be terrified by now, he knew, ranting and rambling and promising to give the man with the gun anything he wanted. But Logan had learned a long time ago that there was nothing you could give a man with a gun to make him happy. Men with guns were only satisfied when they took . And Logan was going to hang on to the last of his self-respect for as long as he possibly could.

There were always a million ways a job could go wrong, but only one way for it to go right.

Taccone smiled. "And you've come here alone," he said, but it was really a question. "Now, I could say yes, and have you think I'm lying." She took a step forward, ran her hand across the baby-soft leather of a wingback chair. "Or I could say no, and have you think I'm bluffing. So maybe I'll just say . . . no comment.

Eddie had a strict "Do Not Disturb Unless Someone Is Bleeding" policy.

When the car stopped, Kat and Hale got out. Kat walked quickly, crunching gravel beneath her feet, and ran her hand through her hair—the very gesture she'd seen her father make a thousand times. . . . Right before he agreed to do something stupid.

I looked up at the fireworks that filled the sky. It was exactly the kind of moment when Zack liked to show up say something cryptic, and kiss me.

But as I looked at everything I was supposed to carry and thought about all the things I was supposed to know, I had to wonder: Do all girls go through this? Is every girl on a date really in deep cover?

I know there's no use in looking back. It's started now. And looking back won't do anything but make me turn to salt. I blame my new designer shoes for the fact that my footsteps are unsteady. I blame the fact that I can't breathe on the blue dress's tiny waste.

I shouldn't be alive

Would you die to stop them, Agent Townsend?" "Yes." He didn't miss a beat. I pushed up my sleeves, revealing the fading slashes on my arms. "Then think about what I would do.

Do you hear the music, Mum?" "No, sweetheart. No, I don't hear it." She shook her head. Terror and tears filled her eyes. The wind felt cold, washing over me. "Neither do I.

Even at the Gallagher Academy, they don't teach you to break somebody's heart.

You know Macey McHenry. And you love her—there's someone you love in there. Well"—Kat drew a breath—"you're not the only one.

I can't help but stare at his swollen eye and bruised jaw. He looks like the god of war, damaged and scarred, but still standing. I'm not thinking as I reach up and gently run a finger across his battered face.

Kiss me, Zach." I pressed up against him, cold and alone. I didn't want to fight. I wanted to be warm and safe again, "Kiss me.

The worst kind of torture is watching someone you love get hurt.

Macey leveled him with a glare. "My school offers a self-defense class. A good one.

Cakes are done. People are finished

But why?" Maddie sounded like someone who had been waiting her entire life to ask that question. She looked like someone who would wait a lifetime more for an answer.

I don't play any game that I can't win.

That's the thing about spies, most of the secrets we keep are from each other

I find there is a lack of international intrigue at the moment. - Rosie

Of course I believe in ghosts. I just don't think they'd waste their time haunting an Island where no one ever goes.

According to my sources," Megan says, which I'm pretty sure is code for I hacked into the police mainframe, but please don't tell my mom...