Quotes from Ally Carter

I get it, even if Jamie can't put it into words. There are some books you can never get rid of, even if you don't like the ending.

21:00 hours: The Subject admitted to leaving some of The Operative's listening devices within the East Wing. Or he tried to trick The Operative into admitting that there were remaining devices ... Or the subject was just making covert small talk. Or... 21:01 hours: the operative couldn't help but remember how much easier it is talking to regular boys.

Zach!" I didn't care that I was yelling. I ran to him. He propped himself up on one elboe and gave me a sleepy smile. "You work me," he said. "You're not supposed to be in thid part of the school," I said. He took my hand, held it against his chest, and said, "Spy.

She is sitting right here!" Kat didn't realize she was yelling until her uncle looked at her in the manner of a man who has not been yelled at in a very long time. "I'm here." Kat said in a softer voice. She didn't say, I can hear you. She didn't tell him, I came home. She didn't promise, I'm not going anywhere. There were at least a dozen things that she might have said to reclaim her place at the table, but there was only one that really mattered.

Stay here," Gabriel said, before stepping on to the first stone step. A moment later, he stopped. And spun. And stared down at the five kids who were following him. "I thought I said stay there." "Oh, you did," Colin told him. "We just didn't listen.

When number one fails, convince them that leaving you behind by yourself is a BAD idea.

system and…

Tell me, Cameron Ann Morgan, what do you want to be when you grow up?" We'd reached another door, and I stopped and looked up at the camera that monitored the entrance, just as I whispered, "Alive.

Your mom said I could plan the wedding. She doesn't care, and between you and me I'm so relieved. It was going to be really hard to manipulate her into letting me make all the decisions anyway. - Macey

I felt them all looking at me - waiting for me to say something, do something. It was the way I always looked at my mum or Aunt Abby or Mr Solomon. I felt them waiting for orders. And I realised they weren't going with me on this quest - they were following me.

So, either they love pasta or are a family of axe murderers?" I quipped.

There was a time that [my mother's death] would have made me cry, but that's the good thing about being dead inside, I guess. Dead people don't feel pain.

And, of course, eventually, it would change everything.

Noah is grinning at me, teasing, mocking just a little. He doesn't know that he should hate me. Fear me. Pity me. I should like him for that, but in the end I can't respect anyone who could be foolish enough to be sucked into all of my lies.

I don't think Rachel Morgan would want to work beside the man who killed her husband. - Townsend

I know how it feels to be watched every second of every day. I know what it's like to trust fewer and fewer people until it seems like you are completely alone in the world. I know that you think that the only things that are left in the world are the bad things. I know what you're feeling, Cam. - Macey

They beat me to it." And that was when things really got weird. I mean, my mom had broken into Sub-level Two.

This is probably a pretty good time to point out that while it may appear that I was lurking—I wasn't. Lurking is what creepy guys with random facial hair and stains on their shirts do. Geniuses with three years of top secret spy training don't lurk—we surveil. (Okay, I might have been lurking—a little.)

A lot of things had changed on that bridge.

We haven't actually laid eyes on Lila yet, but I can hear her moving around in the room next door, noisy but unseen. Like a very entitled, very tortured poltergeist. I'm half afraid she'll float through the wall at any minute.

Kat stood there looking at the very boys who had stolen the first tooth she had ever lost and tried to ransom it to the tooth fairy; the two young men who had once stolen a Tyrannosaurus rex from the Museum of Natural History—one bone at a time.

Guys are like dogs—they can always tell when you're needy.

Hi again, Gallagher Girl.

They were the kinds of stories told in smoke-filled rooms over expensive Cuban cigars.