Only two can keep a secret if on of them is dead.
At least she had a clear picture of what the Lying Game was now: Girl Scouts for psychopaths.
I find coming up with a title the hardest part of writing a novel.
She still felt like a punked-out, faux-leather-wearing, free-thinking Bratz doll in a sea of Pretty Princess of Preppyland Barbies.
The only way to keep your secrets safe is to have none at all.
Don't get too comfortable. It's not over until I say it is. -A