Gabriella Poole Quotes

I'm freezing," moaned Isabella. "I shall freeze to death."
"Cheer up, my southern flower." Jake hauled on the oars. "This was your brilliant idea. Anyway, you can die spectacularly of pneumonia, and someone will write a great tragic opera about you."
Isabella gave him a teeth-chattering grimace, but her expression turned dreamy and distant as if she was already imagining her last heart-rending aria.

Cassie cleared her throat in exasperation. "Can we not talk about spectacular deaths?

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 important, but they know their place.

You think I don't know these ancient labyrinths? I know them all, in every city. I've known them for centuries."
"And you're looking your age," said Cassie.

Sir Alric is big on self-motivation, initiative, that kind of guff.

Could be dangerous."
"Danger," Isabella tossed her hair, "is my middle name.

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You have the blade!" she hissed. "You."
"I'm really sorry," said Jake. "Is that against school rules?"
"Don't do the banter thing," moaned Isabella. "Let's run.

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 breath, but she felt a thrill of glamour as she slipped into the gorgeous stilettos. "Am I going to be able to walk?"
"In these shoes you do not walk, Cassie, you stalk.

Oh, get down from your high horse before you fall off.

Where did you get that?" shouted Cassie, rubbing her temples fiercely, fighting to focus.
"This?" Isabella swung at a hooded figure as it made a lunge for her, cracking her weapon into its head. The figure dropped like a stone. "I bring this to school every term, Cassie! I knew it would come in handsome."
"Handy," said Cassie, shaking her head clear at last.

Yup: definitely more Snow Queen than Dancing Queen.

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. So Cassie's movie-star casting had been spot-on. Not that she could imagine Katerina ever Vanting to Be Alone, though. Who else was Swedish? ABBA? Cassie wrinkled her nose. Not a good comparison.
"I can see her in a silver catsuit, though," she muttered under her breath.

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.

As Isabella turned to reach for it, Richard shrugged off his fencing jacket and plastron. Under it, he was wearing only a sleeveless vest that hugged his muscles tightly. Vain devil, thought Cassie, amused. He knew very well he looked darn good in defeat.

Killer with a polo mallet.

His focus was all on Katerina, something crackling between them. Lust? Fury? Hatred?
Oh, who the hell cared.

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.
"That's kind, dear Sara, but crime can be fun and sophisticated." Katerina gave a thin-lipped smile as the other three girls chuckled. "There must be another word."
"A disgrace," suggested the brunette at Sara's side.