Cross My Heart and Hope to Spy (Gallagher Girls, #2)

by Ally Carter

“Just be yourself,” my mother said, as if that were easy. Which it isn’t. Ever.

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

Most little girls in England grow up wanting to marry a prince. Bex grew up wanting to kick James Bond’s butt and assume his double-0 ranking.

“Your memory is your first and best weapon, ladies. Learn to use it.”

“Liz,” I whispered back. “They’re not unicorns.”

I reminded myself that I’d promised my mother I wouldn’t break any more rules (and I’m pretty sure pushing visiting students down the stairs is frowned upon).

Real life in the clandestine services isn’t cat and mouse—it’s cat and cat.

“Just so you know, Gallagher Girl,” he whispered softly, “I’m going to kiss you now.”

Zach said a really bad word as he inched away from me. (But I doubt DeeDee noticed, because the bad word was in Farsi.)

Once is a stranger; twice is a coincidence; three times is a tail.

“Nice one,” Zach said. “Did you learn that in P&E?” “No. Buffy the Vampire Slayer.”