''Women of the Gallagher Academy, who comes here?" she asked. Just then, every girl at every table (even the newbies) stood and said in unison, "We are the sisters of Gillian." "Why do you come?" my mother asked. "To learn her skills. Honor her sword. And keep her secrets." "To what end do you work?" "To the cause of justice and light." "How long will you strive?" "For all the days of our lives," we finished and I felt a little like a character in one of my grandma's soap operas.

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.

Townsend shrugged. 'With all due respect to the good doctor, I highly suspect he's a moron.

Hey No one makes me do anything. Not my family. Not your family...not even you.

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

Don't put your characters on a treadmill. They need to go new places, face new challenges and do new things.

I've thrown enough punches in my life to know when someone is hurting.