Academy For Liars Quotes

It was with some surprise that I saw that the person waiting for me at the airport's exit was Adrian. A grin spread over my face, and I picked up the pace. I threw my arms around him, astonishing both of us. "I have never been happier to see you in my life," I said. He squeezed me tightly and then let me go, regarding me admiringly. "The dreams never do justice to real life, little dhampir. You look amazing." "And you look . . ." I studied him. He was dressed as nicely as always. His dark brown hair had that crafted messiness he liked, but his face—ah, well. As I'd noted before, Simon had gotten a few good punches on him. One of Adrian's eyes was swollen and ringed with bruises. Nonetheless, thinking about him and everything he'd done . . . Well, none of the flaws mattered. " . . . Gorgeous." "Liar," he said. "Couldn't Lissa have healed that black eye away?" "It's a badge of honor. Makes me seem manly.

she’d made the grave error of mistaking the want of closeness for closeness itself.

The other guys were in the bedroom. There was a movie playing, one I hadn’t seen. The boys lifted their heads up at the same time, like a pack of meerkats. I almost died. Too cute. Stone, C. L. (2014-08-09). Liar: The Scarab Beetle Series: #2 (The Academy Scarab Beetle Series) (p. 176). Arcato Publishing. Kindle Edition.

Are you calling the priest a liar? That’s pretty sacrilegious.

people who mistook greatness for its shadow. As long as they were in the presence of brilliance, they too were brilliant by proxy.

Why should we believe you when you’ve lied so much before?” “Because liars deal in truths. It’s the only way we can get away with it.

you give people two options. They can either respect you or fear you. But don’t let anyone make you question yourself.

There will always be someone who will use the power they have to hurt those who don’t deserve it. That’s why it’s important that people like you become competent enough to stand between them and those they’d otherwise harm. To let your scruples get in the way of that vital work is cowardice.

intervention was exactly what she wanted. A sign, a symbol, the grasping hand of some meddling but benevolent god who would reach down through a break in the clouds and shake her senseless, until she was forced to believe—really and truly—that her life had meaning and that she was destined for something more than mediocrity.

Take a left,” Corey said. He pulled out his cell phone, typing something into it. “Oh no,” Blake said, “You’re not calling your buddies for reinforcement.” “I’m logging into the GPS,” he said. “I’m checking for traffic issues so we can avoid delays.” “Oh,” Blake said. “Well, you can do that.” Stone, C. L. (2014-08-09). Liar: The Scarab Beetle Series: #2 (The Academy Scarab Beetle Series) (p. 296). Arcato Publishing. Kindle Edition.

Do you still have your name?

Drayton isn't static. It's alive. Moving through space and time.

It’s easier to lie when you don’t know the truth. Benedict used to tell me that. He called it strategic ignorance, said it was one of the greatest skills to have in your arsenal.

Well, aren’t you dangerous”—and men had been saying that to her ever since.

The last condescended from Academy spires Pretended at life with a cold, dead heart Face like a crypt, from a family of liars Quietly, quietly played . . . her . . . part. —Children’s nursery rhyme

Darling,” she said. She turned to me, squinting her eyes, making her long lashes flicker. “Wait a second, what’s your name, anyway?” “Bambi,” Marc said. “Rachael.”“Aw.” Future shook her head. “Naw, you don’t look like a Rachael.” “Because you’re a Bambi,” Marc said. Stone, C. L. (2014-08-09). Liar: The Scarab Beetle Series: #2 (The Academy Scarab Beetle Series) (pp. 216-217). Arcato Publishing. Kindle Edition.

wants, desperately, to destroy us. A part of us that longs for our own annihilation. It tells you to jump when you stand beside a tall drop-off. It makes you want to put a knife through your own hand when you’re chopping vegetables for dinner. It is hungry and it is corrosive, and it will come for your soul and your sanity. Which is why all of us must work actively against it, or else it will succeed.” The

The offhanded inquiries about the details of her DNA makeup, her nationality, her place of birth, the texture of her hair, and if it was really hers. Then there were the acquaintances at Wyatt’s dinner parties who inquired about the color of her eyes and how she’d come by them and what or who she’d been crossed with. Then came the questions about her parentage, and her parents’ parentage, because those same acquaintances now wondered if the parents of her parents had eyes the same muddy hazel as hers. It was a gentle othering, or perhaps more aptly, a distancing, that made Lennon feel it was impossible to connect with others in the close and complicated ways she wanted to. She’d since stopped trying.

I think that’s just the mysterious aura around here,” Eric said, brushing off my gut feeling. “It has that vibe, like in video games. You know that the ice levels are always the coolest.” I stared at him, at first because he called my gut a liar, but then… “Hehe, ‘coolest,’” I snorted, and Eric cackled. “Stoooop!

Ever since my mom died, the sharp pains in my chest and the pit in my stomach have been constant reminders she’s no longer here.

It feels like there’s an invisible tether between us, crackling with electricity.

A woman’s purpose in their world is to look pretty, keep their mouths shut and their legs open whenever they feel like busting a nut.

She always lies about everything. And you can’t believe a liar, not even when they’re telling the truth.

And she has a nice voice. It’s light as air and kind of husky. If she sounds that nice talking, I imagine she could sound good enough singing.” “Is there anyone else we need to worry about?” The words were out of Mikel’s mouth before he could stop them, because Gabriel complimenting anyone was a red flag. He tried not to look at anyone in particular. “Anyone other than Theo, I mean.” “ No,” Moses scoffed. “No,” Cian said, that disturbed look back on his face. “No,

Instead of getting angry with me, like he usually did, he wrapped his large, callous hand around my throat and roughly stroked my jaw with his thumb, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest. "You know what I think?" He moved closer. "I think you're a liar." He gently maneuvered his knee between my legs and pressed it against my core. "I think you want me to trap you like this and take you like you think I take all those slutty girls downstairs.

Nobody has ever thought about me enough to buy me something they thought I liked for lunch.” “I think about you all the time,” Callan said. “For Literature, of course.” “For Literature,” I teased. “That’s all, huh? Well, that’s the only time I think about you too.” “That’s the only time you think about me?” he asked. “Yep,” I murmured. “The only time.” “Somehow, I think that’s a lie.” “I guess we’re both liars then,” I said and then kissed him again.

I don’t snuggle,” I snapped. “Liar,” he scoffed. “You snuggle with Darcy and Darius all the time. But where’s my snuggles, Lance? Where’s. My. Snuggles?

I need snuggles. Without snuggles, I get cold and lonely. And Darcy went to get breakfast, so your bear arms were going to waste, and I snuck in for a little hug time. I don’t see what the big deal is.” He grabbed some sweatpants from the floor, yanking them on. “I don’t snuggle,” I snapped. “Liar,” he scoffed. “You snuggle with Darcy and Darius all the time. But where’s my snuggles, Lance? Where’s. My. Snuggles?

At least you won't have to deal with any of this," said Sawyer bitterly. "All of us sycophants climbing desperately over the corpses of our lessers on the ascent to the top.

Across the table Ian rolled his eyes. "So let me get this straight, you find out magic is real from a possessed priest, and you still believe in God?

Across the table Ian rolled his eyes. "So let me get this straight, you find out magic is real from a possessed priest, and you still believe in God?

that she’d made the grave error of mistaking the want of closeness for closeness itself. But one was not a sufficient substitute for the other.

. . .she’d made the grave error of mistaking the want of closeness for closeness itself.