Ally Carter
Ally Carter
Ally Carter is an American author of young-adult fiction and adult-fiction novels...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth1 January 1974
CountryUnited States of America
father sleep eye
She looked at him and shook her head, smiled a litle as she told him, "You are so like your father." Then she looked past me and Zach, past Bex and Abby, to where Agent Townsend sttod by the door with his arms crossed. "What do you think, Townsend, darling? Isn't he just like you?" She looked at Zach again. "I think he's just like you." And then she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
liking-someone sometimes easier
Because sometimes not liking someone is easier.
tails firsts coincidence
First time it's a stranger. Second time its just a coincidence. Third time it's a tail
lunch four saving
That's why we're going to disrupt the lunch," she (Kat) said. "You know," Angus said, "I've got a little C-four that I've been saving for a rainy--" "We're not blowing up my company, Angus," Hale said. "Righto. Carry on, Kitty.
nun knows
The Bagshaws? They didn't know she was a nun!
silent silent-treatment treatment
Ooh, the silent treatment.
pneumonia guy trying
If you die of pneumonia,I'm pretty sure there are at least a dozen guys who'll try to kill me and make it look like an accident (Hale)
romantic needed knows
I needed to see you. And touch you. And just... know
loses
I'm someone who doesn't have anything to lose.
special ears agents
When the woman took the earbud, he didn't ask another question. She was a woman on a mission as she placed the tiny device in her ear and said, "This is Special Agent Abby Cameron. Let me talk to Macey McHenry.
flirting rooms reason
What are they after?” Kat asked. “Hard to say,” Hale said; again, he eyed the room. “Who is that?” Macey asked. “The reason I wasn’t flirting with you,” Hale told her.
meteors cheese liz
Your test had cheese meteor questions?" - Bex to Liz.
spy use pieces
Hello, ladies," Joe Solomon said, but not before I snatched the piece of paper and crammed it in my mouth, which ordinarily would have been really great spy maneuvering except that Josh didn't use Evapopaper. "How's the lasagna?" Mr. Solomon asked, and I started to say something before I remembered that my mouth was...well...otherwise engaged.