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“She led the way. Eyeless sockets of the dead seemed to stare at them as they passed.
"These are cool," Dan decided. "Maybe I could-"
"No, Dan," Amy said. "You can't collect human bones."
"Awww.”
― Rick Riordan, The Maze of Bones

“I've got a few ideas," (Amy) admitted. "But I don't know where we're going in the long term. I mean - have you ever thought about what this ultimate treasure could be?"
"Something cool." (Dan)
"Oh, that's real helpful. I mean, what could make somebody the most powerful Cahill in history? And why thirty-nine clues?"
Dan shrugged. "Thirty-nine is a sweet number. It's thirteen times three. It's also the sum of five prime numbers in a row - 3,5,7,11,13. And if you add the first three powers of three, 3 to the first, 3 to the second, and s to the third, you get thirty-nine."
Amy stared at him. "How did you know that?"
"What do you mean? It's obvious.”
― Rick Riordan, The Maze of Bones

“Purple light passed over the paper, but nothing happened.
"Next!" Amy said. She was sure the man in black was going to burst in on them any second.
"Whoa!" Dan said.
Amy gripped his arm. "You found it?"
"No, but look! This whole essay - 'To the Royal Academy.' He wrote a whole essay on farts!" Dan grinned with delight. "He's proposing a scientific study on different fart smells. You're right, Amy. This guy was a genius!”
― Rick Riordan, The Maze of Bones

“Let's scope the place out," he suggested, heading around the side of the building, "and be careful in the bushes."
"Why?" Amy asked.
"This is South Africa, dude," Dan replied. "Where cobras come from. And not the hot ones, like Ian.”
― Peter Lerangis, The Viper's Nest

“Amy turned to Nellie. "Can you create a diversion to draw the clerk outside?"
The au pair was wary. "What kind of diversion?"
"You could pretend to be lost," Dan proposed. "The guy comes out to give you directions, and we slip inside."
"That's the most sexist idea I've ever heard," Nellie said harshly. "I'm female, so I have to be clueless. He's male, so he's got a great sense of direction."
"Maybe you're from out of town," Dan suggested. "Wait–you are from out of town."
Nellie stashed their bags under a bench and set Saladin on the seat with a stern "You're the watchcat. Anybody touches those bags, unleash your inner tiger."
The Egyptian Mau surveyed the street uncertainly. "Mrrp."
Nellie sighed. "Lucky for us there's no one around. Okay, I'm going in there. Be ready."
The clerk said something to her–probably May I help you? She smiled apologetically. "I don't speak Italian."
"Ah–you are American." His accent was heavy, but he seemed eager to please. "I will assist you." He took in her black nail polish and nose ring. "Punk, perhaps, is your enjoyment?"
"More like a punk/reggae fusion," Nellie replied thoughtfully. "With a country feel. And operatic vocals."
The clerk stared in perplexity.
Nellie began to tour the aisles, pulling out CDs left and right. "Ah–Artic Monkeys–that's what I'm talking about. And some Bad Brains–from the eighties. Foo Fighters–I'll need a couple from those guys. And don't forget Linkin Park..."
He watched in awe as she stacked up an enormous armload of music. "There," she finished, slapping Frank Zappa's Greatest Hits on top of the pile. "That should do for a start."
"You are a music lover," said the wide-eyed cashier.
"No, I'm a kleptomaniac." And she dashed out the door.”
― Gordon Korman, One False Note

“P.S. You'll have to meet with Dan's principal when you get back. He got in trouble for doing ninja moves in class. Don't worry. This happens all the time.”
― Rick Riordan, The Black Book of Buried Secrets

“Amy gritted her teeth. "King Louis XVI even put Franklin's picture on a chamber pot!"
Jonah looked at his dad. "Do we have souvenir chamber pots?"
"No." His dad whipped out his phone. "I'll make the call.”
― Rick Riordan, The Maze of Bones

“You should climb around inside my brain, Dan. It's like this dark room surrounded by quicksand."
"I know what you mean," her brother said quietly. "I hate being in my brain sometimes. I have to get out."
"What do you do?" Amy asked.
Dan shrugged "I go to other places. My toes. My shoulders. But mostly here." He tapped his chest and immediately reddened. "I know. It's stupid."
"Not really," Amy said. "I wish I could do that, too.”
― Peter Lerangis, The Viper's Nest

“How do you say yoo-hoo in Arabic?"
"I believe that yoo-hoo could be part of a universal language," Dan said. "Like ow. Or- you're stepping on my foot."
"That's universal?"
"No, you're stepping on my foot. Ow."
Amy moved.”
― Jude Watson, Beyond the Grave

“No!" Amy said. "Dan, you're lucky it was only concussive. You could've wiped out the whole Holt family."

"And that would've been bad because...?”
― Rick Riordan, The Maze of Bones

“The boy smiled -- mostly at Amy.
"Sorry, her heart belongs to Ian Kabra," Dan said, except that something in her expression made him realize her heart didn't belong at all to Ian
right now.”
― Peter Lerangis, The Viper's Nest

“Just then he noticed that Amy had that look, as though she wanted the street to buckle and split so she could fall right in. Dan saw the cool crowd from her school hanging at a table in the front. So that was why she didn't want to go in. Evan Tolliver was at the head of the table. Dan sighed. Even, the human supercomputer, was Amy's dream crush. Whenever Evan was near, she got her stutter back.
"Oh, excuse me, I didn't notice Luke Skywalker," Dan said. "Or is it Darth Vader?"
"Shhh," Amy said. Her cheeks were red. "He's coming."
"You mean Evan Tolliver himself is about to set his foot on the sidewalk? Did you bring the rose petals?"
"Cut it out, dweeb!" Amy said fiercely.
"Hi, Amy," Evan said from behind her.
Amy's color went from summer rose to summer tomato. She shot Dan a look that told him he was in serious trouble.
"Hey, Evan," he said. "I'm Amy's little brother, Dweeb. Nice to meet you, man.”
― Jude Watson, Vespers Rising

“How do you know, Dan? You were so young when they died. Do you really remember them?"
"Not in my mind," Dan replied, gazing at the passing scenery. "But everyplace else...”
― Peter Lerangis, The Viper's Nest

“It's a token for the arcade games at Laser Sport Time!" Dan hissed.
"Uncle Alistair doesn't think so," Amy murmured. "He's a numismatist."
"He takes his clothes off in public?" Dan said.”
― Peter Lerangis, The Sword Thief

“"Whoaaaaa–AARRRGGGGGGGHHHH...shove two fingers down my throat and pull out my heart...to prove that you love meeee...!" Clutching her iPod, Nellie emerged from the hatch ad lurched towards them, like creature put together from spare parts–a motion that Dan and Amy recognized as dancing. Pulling out her earbuds, she raised her face to the sky and let the rain pelt her for a few seconds. "Whoo-hoo, that is better than a facial!" she cried, running to join Dan and Amy under the overhang.
"Stick around," Dan said, "for a lava treatment.”
― Peter Lerangis, The Viper's Nest

“Atticus adjusted his glasses as he peered down at the blanket. “Hey, is that the book Nellie told us about?â€�
Jake’s eyes flicked to Olivia’s book. â€Ô¨´Ç³Ü’ve got it outside in the sun? Are you out of your minds?â€�
Amy crossed her arms. “We’re being careful.�
“It’s not about careful, this is a five-hundred-year-old manuscript! You should be wearing gloves—Atticus brought some—and keeping it out of the sunlight.�
“It didn’t take you long to start barking orders!� Any exclaimed, her face flushing. “But then you always know best, don’t you?�
“Somebody has to be mature in this situation,� Jake said, his gaze flashing at Ian, who was now intently trying to brush cookie crumbs off his pants.
“True. In that case, we’d rather consult your little brother,� Ian said with a smirk. “Medieval manuscripts are his field, am I right?�
“Technically, it’s early Renaissance,� Jake said.
“Thanks for the correction, my good man. Amy is right—you do know best.� Ian slipped his arm around Amy. “She’s so perceptive. One of the many things I adore about her.�
“It’s getting chilly. Why don’t we go inside?� Amy suggested brightly as she tried to step out of the circle of Ian’s arm.
Ian took the opportunity to rub her shoulder. â€Ô¨´Ç³Ü do feel rather cold,â€� he said. “Let’s sit by the fire. Jake, since you’re so interested in proper handling, why don’t you take the book?â€�
Jake snatched up the book and furiously stomped off toward the house.
â€Ô¨´Ç³Ü forgot to wear gloves!â€� Ian called after him.
Amy pushed him away. “Really, Ian.�
“What a touchy guy,� Ian said. “Frankly, I don’t know what you see in him.�
He winced as the kitchen door slammed, then glanced at Amy’s red face. “Hmmm. It might be a good time for me to take a walk.”
― Jude Watson, Nowhere to Run

“It didn’t seem possible to gain so much happiness from so little.”
― Peter Lerangis, The Sword Thief

“He wrapped her around his hands and then yanked her inside out.”
― Peter Lerangis, The Sword Thief

“There’s someone in town asking for directions to Bhaile Anois,â€� she said. “He checked in late last night at the inn.â€�
Any and Dan exchanged uneasy glances.
“What does he look like?� Amy asked.
Fiona narrowed her eyes. “Sneaky, for certain,� she said. “And he’s quite a waster. Good for nothin� but complaining. Nora over at the inn said he’s never satisfied with the temperature if his tea, and he asked for a cashmere throw in his room.�
Any and Dan exchanged another glance.
“IAN,� they said together, and sighed.
â€Ô¨´Ç³Ü know the eejit?â€� Fiona asked.
“The eejit is our cousin,� Amy said.
â€�Distant cousin,â€� Dan added. “Very, very distant.”
― Jude Watson, Nowhere to Run

“She knew now that the trick to being brave was not thinking of the worst thing that could happen. It was a weird thing â€� if you acted brave, you could almost feel brave.”
― Jude Watson, Beyond the Grave

“It was a miserable thing, to be responsible for breaking your own heart.”
― Clifford Riley, Crushed

“With Dan you have to listen to his underneath, you know? Not so much what he says.”
― Jude Watson, Nowhere to Run

“There are boys who will make you cry, and then there are boys who are worth spending your fabulous energy on.”
― Clifford Riley, Crushed

“It looks ancient," - Amy Cahill”
― Jude Watson, Nowhere to Run