Jill Gauger

“Check this out,” Nine says. He holds up a small purple stone and then places it on the back of his hand. The stone slides into his hand—through it. Nine turns his hand over just as the stone pops out in his palm. “Pretty cool, right?” he asks me, waggling his eyebrows.
“Uh, but what is it supposed to do?” Eight asks, looking up from his own Chest.
“I dunno. Impress girls?” Nine looks over at me. “Did it work?”
“Um . . .” I hesitate, trying not to roll my eyes too hard. “Not really. But, I’ve seen guys teleport so I’m kind of hard to impress.”
“Tough crowd.”
― Pittacus Lore, The Fall of Five

“I shouldn’t think of my situation as being held prisoner; it’s more like I’m on a mission behind enemy lines.
I’m a freaking spy.”
― Pittacus Lore, The Revenge of Seven

“I have to give it to Adam, he’s an excellent bullshitter.”
― Pittacus Lore, The Revenge of Seven

“What about Ella’s nightmares?”
It’s Ella, who has been listening quietly, that responds. “I’ll tough them out. The next time that big freak gets into my head, I’m going to punch him in the balls.”
“Whoa!”
“All right,” I say, grinning. “Meeting adjourned.”
― Pittacus Lore, The Fall of Five