50 Quotes by Catherine Doyle

The way you’re talking right now, you’re aspiring to my fist in your face!’ I yelled over my shoulder. I reached the door but he was there in a flash, sliding in front of me. He was so tall. So broad. So immovable. ‘Move,’ I hissed. ‘Or I swear to every god and planetary system I will hit you in your smug face.

Maybe I am looking at you,’ he whispered. ‘Maybe I always have been.

You don’t really notice how many shadows there are in the world until you start being afraid of them.

I guess any halfwit could nail a game of ‘Spot the Falcone’. Just look for the shampoo-commercial hair or those I-might-murder-you eyes.

A well-timed carb never fails to put things in perspective.