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

That's when I heard the sounds of a certified genius spinning around in circles like a dog chasing its tail.

Kat had been picking things up since her third birthday, when Hamish and Angus's father took them all to the circus because he needed to "borrow" an elephant.

It was so rare to find someone who was both so young and so wise, both so fresh and so jaded.

Wait. Far be it for me to say this" — Hamish looked around the compartment — "and if anyone tells Uncle Eddie I suggested being an upstanding citizen I'll kill 'em, but aren't there...laws and stuff? I mean, can't you...you know...sue him or something?" asked the boy who had once stolen an entire circus, all three rings.

I didn’t know what was more disturbing—the fact that something was obviously wrong, or that three faculty members of the world’s premiere spy school had forgotten to lock the door.

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