Quotes from Ilona Andrews

Cats randomly refuse to follow orders to prove they can.

Kate Daniels, trained negotiator. When in possession of some valuable information, give it away to the first sexy man you see with no guarantee of return.

Enough, Curran said. An unmistakable command saturated his voice. Jim clicked his mouth shut. I crossed my arms. I'm sorry, is this the part where I fall to my knees and shiver in fear, Your Furriness? Silly me, I didn't get the memo.

Where you worried about me? No, I'm ranting for fun, because I'm a disagreeable bitch! He smiled. You're a moron! I told him. He just looked at me. Happy golden lights danced in his eyes. I'd learned exactly what those sparks meant. Fury fled, replaced by alarm. Kiss me and I'll kill you, I warned. It might be worth it, he said softly.

The Beast Lord way: often wrong but never in doubt.

We should clap or something. Curran said. She's trying so hard.

Curran roared. The blast of noise erupting from his mouth was like thunder. I clenched up, fighting the urge to step back. "Yes I can," he snarled. "Listen: this is me telling you what you will not do." I raised the cookbook and tapped him on the nose. Bad cat.

Do you have a girlfriend?" Grandma Frida asked. I put my hand over my face. "No," Mad Rogan said. "A boyfriend?" Grandma Frida asked. "No." "What about . . ." "No," Mom and I said in unison. "But you don't even know what I wanted to ask!" "No," we said again together. "Party poopers." Grandma shrugged.

Aunt B walked out onto the helipad wearing loose yoga pants. "I'm just here to stretch. Kate, want to help?" "Sure." Thirty seconds later, as I was flying through the air, I decided that this wasn't the best idea.

Her imagination painted Georgie twenty years later, sitting in leg irons before some Broken psychiatrist. Well, you see, it all started with bubbles...

Where to now? I asked. Hold on, Robert said. I'm still . . . coming to terms with your mode of transportation. Take your time, I nudged Cuddles, turning her to give him a better view. Cuddles flicked her ears, lifted her feet, and pranced. Oh dear God.

DOES EVERYBODY THINK I am an asshole?" Curran asked. "Only people who know you or have met you.

So this is what it's about? This is your mature response to go off into the mountains rather than talking about it and have s'mores with a gnome and a mountain man. Yep What's your plan for tomorrow? Brunch with a unicorn?

Isn't that why you have that gun mounted on the front? Or is it for other reasons, because I would've thought that a man with your powers would be past the urge to compensate." Barabas grinned. "I had forgotten that talking to you is like trying to pet a cactus," Saiman said dryly. "Thank you for reminding me." "Always happy to oblige.

A shadow crossed Andrea's face. I don't want to be his TWT-IHFB. What does that mean? That Weird Thing I Haven't Fucked Before. I choked.

Have you called the alphas? Yes. The rats, too? He bristled. What about the rats? They think you're hiding information from them I hide information from everyone. Do they think they're special?

Mmmm, Kate, the Chief of Security. Sexy. Who better to guard my body then the woman who owns it? Curran, I will punch you.

Had I known you were going to pull a pretty ribbon out of your sleeve like some two-bit magician, tie me up with it, and indulge your mental torture fetish in your basement, I would've shot you. Many times. Two-bit magician? Men like you enjoy being flattered.

I would not leave you. I'll be there. Wherever you want 'there' to be.

Why me? He said finally. Are you on some sort of mission to fuck up my life? I try my best to avoid you. You're doing a hell of a job. I honestly don't mean to cause you problems. You don't cause problems. An unpiloted vampire causes problems. You cause catastrophes.

Other pirates leaped over the railing. One, two... seven... thirteen. A baker's dozen. Wait, fifteen. Eighteen... Twenty-one. The odds weren't in our favor. "Maybe they just came over to borrow a cup of sugar," I said. Andrea barked a short laugh. Curran put his hand on my shoulder. "That's a lot of sugar. Must be a big cake.

We can get you a throne with snakes. I'll stand next to you and roar at anybody who fails to grovel. Fear Kate Daniels. She is a mighty and terrible ruler. Grendel can anoint the petitioners with his vomit. It'll be great . . .

Does Curran not involve you in his strategic sessions?" Ghastek asked. "Nope, I'm just here to look pretty.

You will tell me what you know now, he said. Or? He said nothing, so I elaborated. See, this kind of threat usually has an 'or' attached to it. Or an 'and'. 'Tell me and I'll allow you to live' or something like that.