Sarah Rees Brennan

Not really a party until someone brings the surprise zombies.

Alan: Conning people out of their savings. Forgery. Blackmail. Selling real estate on Mars. We could have it all. You with me, Bambi?"Sin: "Clive, I was with you from 'I'm a social worker.

Oh, Alan Ryves," she said. "You're such a fantastic liar. You are the smoothest con man of them all.

I don't have deal breakers," Alan said. "I look on tempests, and am never shaken.

I don't lie to you," Alan said. "I lie WITH you."Sin stopped looking up at him from under her eyelashes and burst out laughing.Alan went red. "So I've just realized how that come out. Uh.

Nick spoke for the first time. "Can I go to the nurse's office too?" Ms. Popplewell looked at him It obviously took her only one look to decide. "No.""I'm traumatized too," Nick claimed, his voice completely flat."He's a delicate flower," Alan said under his breath.

Want me to flex my magic for you, baby?

Friends don't menace friends with giant terrifying swords, okay?

Sometmes when you pull knives on people, they get this impression that you're going to hurt them, and then they're completely terrified. Crazy, I know!""Okay," said Nick. He turned to Jamie & popped his left wrist sheath again. "Look."Jamie backed up. "Which part of 'completely terrified' did you translate as 'show us your knives, Nick'? Don't show me your knives, Nick. I have no interest in your knives."Nick rolled his eyes. "This is a quillon dagger. That's a knife with a sword handle. I like it because it has a good grip for stabbing.""Why do you say these things?" Jamie inquired piteously. "Is it to make me sad?""I didn't have you cornered," Nick went on. "You could've run. And this dagger doesn't have an even weight distribution; it's absolute rubbish for throwing. If I had any intention of hurting you, I'd have used a knife I could throw."Jamie blinked. "I will remember those words always. I may try to forget them, but I sense that I won't be able to.

I don't trust men everybody likes. Being nice isn't the same as being good.

Well, speaking as a feminist, I'm glad that women can lead--uh, groups of unspeakable magical evil.""Yes," Alan said gravely. "It'd be shoking if the evil magicians were sexist. For one thing, that would mean they were stupid, and having stupid enemies would be a terrible blow to my manly pride.

She hesitated, wiping her hands off on her apron. ____ not sure if I__l be here when you get back. This place is a little__t__ a little much for me.__he didn__ have to tell him how it was. He had lived here for years, in a house that wanted to be silent until the silence was broken by a certain step and a certain voice, in a house holding its breath for someone__ return. If anyone held their breath long enough, they were dead.

In two words," said Alan quietly, "there is nothing I love half as much as you.

Sometimes I want to be human for you.

Real life is sometimes boring, rarely conclusive and boy, does the dialogue need work.

Sometimes I feel better around you. I kind of like your face' -Nick

I am in full possession of the amazing power of being sarcastic.

I realise people exist who don't read. But it's like I knew there were people who didn't breathe or eat: I can't imagine a life like that.