The best secrets are the most twisted

If the next car passed is blue, Violet will be okay, she thought. If it's red, A will do something horrible to her. She heard a growl of an engine and shut her eyes, afraid to see what the future might hold. She'd never cared so much about anything in her life. Just as the car was passing, she opened her eyes and saw a Mercedes hood ornament. She let out a long sigh, tears coming to her eyes once more. The car was blue.

Only two can keep a secret if on of them is dead.

It's about taking everything you thought was true and throwing it out the window. It's about embracing life's unpredictability, letting go of boundaries, and starting over

Go now. Alone. Or I make good on my promise. -A

Never under estimate a pretty little liar.

I find coming up with a title the hardest part of writing a novel.