rules exist for a reason. Rules exist because when people don't follow them, people get hurt.

I wouldn't mind meeting a dashing thief," the woman's friend whispered. Hale winked at Kat. Kat raised her eyebrows and whispered, "I'd like to meet one of those, too.

The older I got, the smarter my teachers became.

So, your dad's hot." "Thanks. He was that way when I met him, so I can't really take credit.

I thought about how there are two types of secrets: the kind you want to keep in, and the kind you don't dare to let out.

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

Might have a couple of kinks to work through," Hale admitted then reached for her hand. As soon as he touched her, Kat knew there was no such thing as curses. People make and break their own fortunes--they are the masters of their own fate. And right then Kat wouldn't have changed a thing.