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“Wakey! Wakey!" shouted the vetala, slapping his face. "I jumped off because I thought you were a husk of a thing. But the pretty monster came back for you.”
― Roshani Chokshi, A Crown of Wishes

“I love you, you stupid jackass.”
― Elle Kennedy, The Mistake

“In that moment, he looked like mischief and midnight,
like a temptation that always slipped away too fast and left you at once relieved and disappointed.”
― Roshani Chokshi, A Crown of Wishes

“There's a drafting table in my cabin. But don't lay a finger on anything else."
"I assure you, Captain," Blake said. "My intentions are honorable."

Slate cocked his head; understanding dawned on his face. "I meant don't touch my stuff." He rolled his eyes. "I need some coffee." And then he strode off toward the hatch without a backwards glance.”
― Heidi Heilig, The Girl from Everywhere

“It's you."
My eyes shoot upward. The prince of Midas stares down at us, horrified and awestruck. His lips tilt a little to the left. "Look at you." He whispers. "My little monster, come to find me.”
― Alexandra Christo, To Kill a Kingdom

“Go away, G. I’m wooing.”
― Elle Kennedy, The Mistake

“But Kashmir was watching, his arms folded, standing against the door to the Captain's Cabin. As we approached, he smiled thinly. "Don't they say the road to hell is paved with honorable intentions?"
"That's good intentions." I said, making a face.
"Ah, yes. Of course." He turned the knob and opened the door with a flourish. "But perhaps Mr. Hart can go to hell anyway.”
― Heidi Heilig, The Girl from Everywhere

“It is nice to be nice," said Kamala with a sage nod. "And it is also nice to eat people.”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Star-Touched Queen

“Hey, come on, don’t cry,” he begs. “It breaks my fucking heart to hear you cry.”
― Elle Kennedy, The Deal

“Unkind,” said Ruza, wounded. His face crumpled. He pretended to weep. “I am fearsome,” he insisted. “I am.”

“There, there,” Lazlo consoled. “You’re a very fierce warrior. Don’t cry. You’re terrifying.”

“Really?” asked Ruza in a pitiful little hopeful voice. “You’re not just saying that?”
― Laini Taylor

“I say, 'I will not be your weakness, Sean Kendrick.'
Now he looks at me. He says, very softly, 'It's late for that, Puck.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, The Scorpio Races

“What is a Gallagher Girl?” Liz asked.

She looked nervously down at the papers in her hand even though I knew for a fact she had memorized every word.

“When I was eleven I thought I knew the answer to that question. That was when the recruiters came to see me. They showed me brochures and told me they were impressed by my test scores and asked if I was ready to be challenged. And I said yes. Because that was what a Gallagher Girl was to me then, a student at the toughest school in the world.”

She took a deep breath and talked on.

“What is a Gallagher Girl?” Liz asked again. “When I was thirteen I thought I knew the answer to that question. That was when Dr. Fibs allowed me to start doing my own experiments in the lab. I could go anywhere—make anything. Do anything my mind could dream up. Because I was a Gallagher Girl. And, to me, that meant I was the future.”

Liz took another deep breath.

“What is a Gallagher Girl?” This time, when Liz asked it, her voice cracked. “When I was seventeen I stood on a dark street in Washington, D.C., and watched one Gallagher Girl literally jump in front of a bullet to save the life of another. I saw a group of women gather around a girl whom they had never met, telling the world that if any harm was to come to their sister, it had to go through them first.”

Liz straightened. She no longer had to look down at her paper as she said, “What is a Gallagher Girl? I’m eighteen now, and if I’ve learned anything, it’s that I don’t really know the answer to that question. Maybe she is destined to be our first international graduate and take her rightful place among Her Majesty’s Secret Service with MI6.”

I glanced to my right and, call me crazy, but I could have sworn Rebecca Baxter was crying.

“Maybe she is someone who chooses to give back, to serve her life protecting others just as someone once protected her.”

Macey smirked but didn’t cry. I got the feeling that Macey McHenry might never cry again.

“Who knows?” Liz asked. “Maybe she’s an undercover journalist.” I glanced at Tina Walters. “An FBI agent.” Eva Alvarez beamed. “A code breaker.” Kim Lee smiled. “A queen.” I thought of little Amirah and knew somehow that she’d be okay.

“Maybe she’s even a college student.” Liz looked right at me. “Or maybe she’s so much more.”

Then Liz went quiet for a moment. She too looked up at the place where the mansion used to stand.

“You know, there was a time when I thought that the Gallagher Academy was made of stone and wood, Grand Halls and high-tech labs. When I thought it was bulletproof, hack-proof, and…yes…fireproof. And I stand before you today happy for the reminder that none of those things are true. Yes, I really am. Because I know now that a Gallagher Girl is not someone who draws her power from that building. I know now with scientific certainty that it is the other way around.”

A hushed awe descended over the already quiet crowd as she said this. Maybe it was the gravity of her words and what they meant, but for me personally, I like to think it was Gilly looking down, smiling at us all.

“What is a Gallagher Girl?” Liz asked one final time. “She’s a genius, a scientist, a heroine, a spy. And now we are at the end of our time at school, and the one thing I know for certain is this: A Gallagher Girl is whatever she wants to be.”

Thunderous, raucous applause filled the student section.

Liz smiled and wiped her eyes. She leaned close to the microphone.

“And, most of all, she is my sister.”
― Ally Carter, United We Spy

“I've always tried to resemble a brave man.

It didn't used to be this hard-and I've had so much practice pretending. After all, when you're a thief, you're always pretending to not be. The same is true when you're poor. And sometimes also when you're in love.

I still don't know how it happened. Usually I'm better at guarding what little I have. But one day, I went looking for my heart and found it in Nix's hands.”
― Heidi Heilig, The Ship Beyond Time

“But when I'd fallen, she'd jumped, and inshallah, I had a chance now to say the things I should have said long ago. All I had to do was be brave.

Or at least pretend I was, long enough to blurt something out.”
― Heidi Heilig, The Ship Beyond Time

“He didn't even bother rising to his feet after he'd rolled out of his chair. Instead he sat up, leaned forward and steepled his fingers. His fingers were long and slim, tapered and clean. He had the fingers of a scholar. Not a soldier.
"This is quite possibly the most exciting meeting I've ever had. Do continue.”
― Roshani Chokshi, A Crown of Wishes

“He turned to me, mischief glinting in his eyes. “How
do they celebrate good fortune in Bharata? In Ujijain, we kiss.”
“Look elsewhere.”
“Are you sure? You spend an awful amount of time looking at my
lips.”
“That’s only because I’m horrified at the sheer idiocy of the words
leaping out of them.”
― Roshani Chokshi, A Crown of Wishes

“Every time a traveler goes to Ireland and doesn’t stop at the Cliffs of Moher, a banshee loses her voice.”
― Jenna Evans Welch, Love & Luck

“So,’ she said cautiously, 'is all this your way of telling me you’re the villain?’
His chuckle was dark. 'I’m definitely not the hero.’
'I already knew that,’ Tella said. 'It’s my story, so clearly I’m the hero.”
― Stephanie Garber, Legendary

“Let me take your plate." Reid's voice startles me badly enough that I jump and apple juice sloshes over the side of my cup.
I narrow my eyes. "What?"
"Your fruit plate. Its empty."
I snort. "Why? Planning on poisoning it when I'm not looking?"
"Well, its empty so that wouldn't be very effective."
My eyes narrow further. They are slits and I'm pissed. "Did you seriously walk all the way over here just to take my fruit plate?"
Reid's lips thin into a line and he runs his hand through the wild tuft of hair on his head, thumb brushing over the shaved sides. "Yeah. That and..."
He glances over at Riya who is doing a terrible job at attempting not to eavesdrop and Will, who is not pretending at all.”
― Brianna R. Shrum, The Art of French Kissing

“Strawberry milk,” I say, eyeing him as we head toward the counter. “Really.”
He turns to me. “Do you have something to say about my snack selections?”
“Nope.” I fall into line behind him. “I just didn’t realize you were a middle-school girl going to a slumber party.”
“And I,” he says, plunking his strawberry-fest down on the counter, “didn’t realize you were a soccer mom justifying her chocolate craving with the fact that raisins are a fruit.”
― Emery Lord, Open Road Summer

“Likeyoubye”
― Jen Malone, Wanderlost: A Young Adult Love Story of European Adventure and Finding Yourself

“A hug is just a strangle you haven't finished yet”
― Jen Malone, Wanderlost: A Young Adult Love Story of European Adventure and Finding Yourself

“Loveyoubye”
― Jen Malone, Wanderlost: A Young Adult Love Story of European Adventure and Finding Yourself

“I hate him,” she answered instantly and seriously. “He’s quinoa to me.”

Harper detested quinoa. Like, more than she hated most things.
“I love you.”
― Samantha Young, Fight or Flight

“Dad calls you other names starting with J, but never your real name.”

“What?” He looks alarmed. “You’ve told your dad about me?”

“He’s mad at you for being so mean. Julian and Jasper and John. One time, he called you Jebediah and I nearly peed myself. You’d have to grovel to my dad, that’s for sure.”

Josh looks so disturbed I decide to cut him a break and change the subject.”
― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game

“Just out of curiosity,” she says, “after you wake up in the morning, do you admire yourself in the mirror for one hour or two?”

“Two,” I reply cheerfully.

“Do you high five yourself?”

“Of course not.” I smirk. “I kiss each of my biceps and then point to the ceiling and thank the big man upstairs for creating such a perfect male specimen.”
― Elle Kennedy, The Deal

“Him: Confession: I deleted all the 1 Direction from your iPod when u were in the can.
You’re welcome.
Me: WHAT?? I’m going to kiss u!
Him: With tongue?
It takes me a second to realize what happened, at which point I’m completely mortified.
Me: Kill u! I meant KILL. u. Damn autocorrect.
Him: Surrrrrre. Let’s blame it on autocorrect.
Me: Shut it.
Him: I think someone wants to kiss me…”
― Elle Kennedy, The Deal

“I want to murder him in his sleep, A. No, I want to murder him when he’s awake so he can see the joy on my face when I do it.”
― Elle Kennedy, The Deal

“Two minutes later, Garrett pops into the corridor, and I take one look at his expression and know he’s about to deliver good news. “You passed?” I squeal. He raises his exam booklet over his head like he’s acting out a scene from the Lion King. “A-fucking-minus!”
― Elle Kennedy, The Deal

“Baby, I could watch you watching paint dry, and I still wouldn’t be bored.” Garrett Graham, my own personal sweet-talker.”
― Elle Kennedy, The Deal