“That boy will be horribly deformed by the time he leaves this school." "He will?" said Cassie. "From being twisted round Katerina's little finger so often.” — Gabriella Poole Copy Share Image
“As Isabella turned to reach for it, Richard shrugged off his fencing jacket and plastron. Under it, he was wearing only a sleeveless vest… — Gabriella Poole Copy Share Image
“Sir Alric is big on self-motivation, initiative, that kind of guff.” — Gabriella Poole Copy Share Image
“ You have the blade!" she hissed. " You ." "I'm really sorry," said Jake. "Is that against school rules?" "Don't do the banter… — Gabriella Poole Copy Share Image
“Jilly Beaton's a vicious cow. Inspectors love her, but she's a cow when they've gone." "Back home in Argentina," sniffed Isabella, "cows are very… — Gabriella Poole Copy Share Image
“Pretty?" mused Katerina. "I suppose so. She has unusual looks. True beauty, I think, requires a touch of cruelty. That seems to be missing."… — Gabriella Poole Copy Share Image
“Now get your Jimmy Choos on. You're going to party with your beau!" "Get your Jimmy Choos on, you mean," remarked Cassie under her… — Gabriella Poole Copy Share Image
“That boy will be horribly deformed by the time he leaves this school." "He will?" said Cassie. "From being twisted round Katerina's little finger… — Gabriella Poole Copy Share Image
“What about Katerina? Is she Head Girl?" "Boss Cat, more like." Isabella wrinkled her nose. "Where's she from?" "Sweden," said Isabella carelessly. Oh, right.… — Gabriella Poole Copy Share Image
“Could be dangerous." "Danger," Isabella tossed her hair, "is my middle name.” — Gabriella Poole Copy Share Image
“For this lowlife to remain at the Academy while I was expelled is simply...oh dear, how shall we put it?" "A crime," murmured Sara.… — Gabriella Poole Copy Share Image
“Where did you get that?" shouted Cassie, rubbing her temples fiercely, fighting to focus. "This?" Isabella swung at a hooded figure as it made… — Gabriella Poole Copy Share Image
“His focus was all on Katerina, something crackling between them. Lust? Fury? Hatred? Oh, who the hell cared.” — Gabriella Poole Copy Share Image
