Ally Carter (born Sarah Leigh Fogleman on January 1, 1974) is an American author of young adult fiction and adult-fiction novels.
Go to bed, Cammie,” my aunt ordered, sounding exactly like my mother. “No,” I said, sounding exactly like my aunt.
Eventually, we all end up alone.
Ambassador Winters, allow me to introduce my aunt Abby and her. . . . boyfriend. ' Townsed tensed. Abby glared. And Rebecca Baxter looked like she was going to choke on her chewing gum.
If you don't mind me saying, Mr. Hale. She's a keeper. " He pointed in Kat's direction.
Did you hear that? I'm special.
Oh you’re heist-drunk Kitty Kat. And you have been since the Henley.
She didn't protest as Hale slid his arm around her and pulled her to rest against his chest. It was somehow softer there than she remembered.
And I didn't choose it, Kat. I chose you.
It was the first time in years I didn’t wonder if my father was out there, looking at it too.
What are they after?” Kat asked. “Hard to say,” Hale said; again, he eyed the room. “Who is that?” Macey asked. “The reason I wasn’t flirting with you,” Hale told her.
Cammie: I never knew there were this many stars. Zach: I can't see them. I just see you.
Listen to me. " He grabbed my arms, holding me there. " I couldn't find you. And I will never forgive myself for that. Ever.
Oh. ' I shot upright. 'I was in Mongolia. ' Note to self: learn to be a less extreme liar.
She pulled away and looked at him. 'I kissed you and you left. ' When Kat heard the pounding, she thought it was the beating of her heart. It was too loud, she thought. Hale was going to hear it; he was going to see it; and he was going to know how much power he had to hurt her.
You get some sleep, Abigail," Townsend told her. "I'll keep watch. " "That's very gracious of you, but being that we're on an airplane. . . " Even after the plane took off, they kept debating security perimeters and protocols. I'm pretty sure they argued for forty-five minutes about where the best place for cappuccino was near the Colosseum.
Don't put your characters on a treadmill. They need to go new places, face new challenges and do new things.
Boys! Are they always this impossible? Do they always say cryptic, indecipherable things? (Note to self: work with Liz to adapt her boy-to-English translator into a more mobile form—like maybe a watch or necklace. )
Of course. Because at the Gallagher Academy, "precautions" usually equals "voluntary shock therapy.
Insane means fewer cameras!
Denying the undeniable just makes you sound like a fool as well as a liar.