Time, Ms. McHenry," Townsend said. "It can be a cruel, cruel thin... by Ally Carter

Time, Ms. McHenry," Townsend said. "It can be a cruel, cruel thing

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Not knowing you can't do something, is sometimes all it takes to... by Ally Carter

Not knowing you can't do something, is sometimes all it takes to do it.

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She'd absolutely adored the library_an entire building where anyone could take things they didn't own and feel no remorse about it.

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It is an occupational hazard that anyone who has spent her life learning how to lie eventually becomes bad at telling the truth.

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Because even though the truth can set you free, that doesn't mean... by Ally Carter

Because even though the truth can set you free, that doesn't mean it won't be painful.

Ooh, the silent treatment. by Ally Carter

Ooh, the silent treatment.

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The older I got, the smarter my teachers became. by Ally Carter

The older I got, the smarter my teachers became.

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...maybe it's only fitting that relationship that started with a... by Ally Carter

...maybe it's only fitting that relationship that started with a lie would end with one.

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Sometimes people run… to see if you'll come after them by Ally Carter

Sometimes people run… to see if you'll come after them

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Zach walked away, but I stood there for a long time, wondering if I should go to my mother; if I should go to my friends; but instead I slipped into the corridors I hadn't used in months, pushed my way through cobwebs and darkness, trying to walk away from the tears that burned hot down my cheeks, because maybe I didn't want to admit weakness; maybe I wanted to wallow in my solitude and grief. Or maybe crying is like everything else we do—it's best if you don't get caught.

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How'd you get in here?" She raised her eyebrows. “You pick pockets.” Kat watched his hand fly to his back pocket. “I can pick locks. Looking for this?” she asked, holding up his wallet. “Oops. Maybe I can pick pockets too.

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The Subject has really blue eyes that twinkle when he looks at someone like she's maybe a little bit insane.

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What kind of plan B?" Hale asked. He was almost holding his breath when a voice answered, "My kind." Macey tried to read the look on his face then, but it was gone in a flash. It had been a simple moment of peace and joy and pure happiness. That voice made Hale happy. It kept him calm. It was his backup and his conscience. Macey couldn't help herself, she envied him.

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Like many authors, I caught the writing bug during my teenage years. I don't remember the exact day or year, but I remember that reading S.E. Hinton's 'The Outsiders' sparked my interest in writing.

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...nothing ever happens quickly (except when it does). Nothing is ever, ever easy (except when it is). And, most of all, nothing ever goes perfectly according to plan (except in the movies).

Every decent con man knows that the simplest truth is more powerful than even the most elaborate lie.

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And, of course, there are the perfect day, perfect moment, perfect life dreams that come sometimes and make a person hit the snooze button for hours, trying to go back to sleep and make the perfect moments last.

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Sometimes it takes an outsider, someone with fresh eyes to see th... by Ally Carter

Sometimes it takes an outsider, someone with fresh eyes to see the truth.

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It was epic. It was awkward. It was epically awkward. by Ally Carter

It was epic. It was awkward. It was epically awkward.

Basement?' Hamish cried, then glanced at his brother. 'You hear this fellow? He thinks we can just go on down to the furnace and start tinkering?' Angus laughed. 'He probably wouldn't care at all if the whole place went boom, he wouldn't.' At this the guard bristled and stood up even straighter. 'Now see here---' 'No, you see, my good man. Out here, see, we've got snow. So in there, I'd bet, you've got heat. And where there's heat there's gas; and where there's gas there's...' Angus trailed off while his brother said, 'boom.

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So I stepped away, reminding myself that when you're a spy, sometimes all you can do is go on. One foot in front of the other, wherever the narrow path might lead.

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