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“Kat looked down at her lemonade. 'Do you think he betrayed the love of his life...because of us?' 'She used the name Romani, Kat,' was Gabrielle's answer. 'And besides...' She let the words draw out. Her gaze went to the distance, and there was a sense of peace in the way she said, 'WE'RE the love of his life.' She raised her glass again. 'To family.”

Quote by Ally Carter

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Uncommon Criminals

In 'Uncommon Criminals,' readers are introduced to a crew of young, intelligent criminals who have honed their skills to perfection. The novel follows their journey as they plan and execute daring heists, each more complex and risky than the last. The characters are portrayed with depth and nuance, as they navigate the complexities of their criminal lifestyle and the personal relationships that shape their lives. The narrative is a blend of suspense and introspection, offering a compelling look at the motivations and consequences of their choices. more

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Ally Carter
Ally Carter

Ally Carter is an American author known for her young adult novels, characterized by suspense and espionage themes, which have gained popularity among young readers. more

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