“John," I murmured, rising from the bed and going to stand by the table, staring down in astonishment at the gold-rimmed china plates and intricately embroidered napkins in sapphire rings. "How did all of this get here?" "Oh," he said… — Meg Cabot Copy Share Image
“Well, I guess slave-runners aren't really my cup of tea. That is who you married instead, right? A slave-runner. Your father must have been so proud." That wiped the grin right off her face. "You leave my father out of… — Meg Cabot Copy Share Image
And I like a good horror story as much as the next person so long as they kill off some men too and not… — Meg Cabot Copy Share Image
My family, they're story tellers. My mom is Irish, and my dad is Italian. In my family, we weren't allowed to watch TV while… — Meg Cabot Copy Share Image
Courage is not the absence of fear but rather the judgement that something is more important than fear; The brave may not live forever… — Meg Cabot Copy Share Image
“No one has ever died of embarrassment-never, not once in the whole history of time.” — Meg Cabot Copy Share Image
What's the point? was my attitude. We're all just going to die and then NOT be let on the boat. — Meg Cabot Copy Share Image
Nikki "Brandon's never hurt anyone. He's competely sweet and adorable." I choked a little on the sip of sparkling water I'k just swallowed. If… — Meg Cabot Copy Share Image
“Of course it’s real, you bloody git,” Frank said to the young man behind the fruit cart, who had apparently questioned the legitimacy of this form of currency. “That’s a genuine piece of eight. I could buy your whole cart with it.” Great, I thought, sarcastically. John and his crew were doing an excellent job of blending in. Kayla appeared… — Meg Cabot Copy Share
Strong female characters - even if they don't necessarily make the same decisions that we might - make such great narrative material, especially when… — Meg Cabot Copy Share Image
“Communication goes two ways. Somebody has to talk. And somebody has to listen.” — Meg Cabot Copy Share Image
