Gated Quotes

“If a sky this dark can still be peppered with so much light, maybe this world can be too.”
― Amy Christine Parker, Gated

“But even lambs have to be lions sometimes.”
― Amy Christine Parker, Gated

“It comes down to whether or not you’re ready to die today. I’m not. If the world ends, we can’t fight it, but we can fight one man. We can choose to live this day and every day after it that we have left.”
― Amy Christine Parker, Gated

“If you really love someone, you have to be prepared to do what’s necessary to help them learn and grow, even if it’s painful for the both of you.”
― Amy Christine Parker, Gated

“It was nice to meet you,” I say loudly in a more formal tone than I used when we were alone. And then I surprise myself, lean closer to him and whisper something I know I shouldn’t.
“You know, my family’s assigned to the next supply run into town this Saturday.” I can’t quite look at him afterward. What am I doing?
He shoots me a sidelong glance and a slow smile spreads across his face, lighting up his gray-green eyes. “Maybe we’ll run into each other. Could happen . . . especially if I have a general idea of where you’re going to be.”
My breath quickens. I can feel his smile becoming contagious and I return it with one of my own. “We’ll probably be at Walmart for most of the morning.”
“I happen to love that store. Where else can you get a haircut, goldfish, and camping gear all at the same time?”
He winks at me and I have to clamp my mouth shut to keep from laughing. I’ve never felt so reckless. It’s terrifying, but exhilarating too.”
― Amy Christine Parker, Gated

“Heard you had to give a tour today,” Will says as if he’s reading my mind. “Smart of Pioneer to send you to do it—not that I’m glad he did, but I’m sure it made it hard for that guy to see anything around here besides you.”
“You’re crazy.” My cheeks flush.
“No, just honest,” he says, and kisses my blush-heated cheeks. “By the way, nice bed-head.”
“Shut up.” I pinch him in the stomach and he grunts.
“No, really, I like it. It kind of goes with the little bit of toothpaste you’ve got right there.” He wipes a finger against the corner of my mouth.
“Thanks for the heads-up, Marie,” I whisper, and pretend to glare at her.
She giggles. “What’re friends for?”
― Amy Christine Parker, Gated

“This target looks relatively unharmed,” Pioneer finally says. “Why?”
Will opens his mouth to speak, but Pioneer shushes him with one glance. “My question was directed at Lyla.”
His eyes bore into me, searing my skin. Why can’t I shoot right like everyone else? There’s no answer that I can give that’ll make him understand, when I don’t even understand myself. So I panic, like always, and say the first thing that pops into my head.
The wrong thing.
“Um, I guess I have a soft spot for the tall, dark, and faceless?”
― Amy Christine Parker, Gated

“I can’t believe you’re actually on board, Mr. Consummate Rule Follower.”
Will pretends to look wounded. “Are you saying I’m uptight?”
“No, just boring,” Marie answers for me.”
― Amy Christine Parker, Gated

“I can’t believe you’re actually on board, Mr. Consummate Rule Follower.”
Will pretends to look wounded. “Are you saying I’m uptight?”
“No, just boring,” Marie answers for me.
“That’s unfair,” Will says with a look of mock hurt on his face. “I follow the rules that make sense. The ones that keep us safe. But an hour or two by the river . . . to talk”—he raises both eyebrows here—“isn’t exactly life-threatening.”
“Something tells me being alone with you in the dark isn’t exactly safe either,” I say.
Will chuckles and leans in to kiss me softly on the lips. “I promise I’ll be good . . . or at least not very bad.”
― Amy Christine Parker, Gated

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― Amy Christine Parker, Gated

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― Amy Christine Parker, Gated

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― Amy Christine Parker, Gated

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― Amy Christine Parker, Gated