Quotes from Ilona Andrews

You think he's got 'government badass' tattooed on his chest? I murmured. A faint grimace skewed Luther's mouth. And 'I'd tell you but I'd have to kill you' on his ass.

You're like a god from a Greek myth, Saiman. You have no empathy. You have no concept of the world beyond your ego. Wanting something gives you an automatic right to obtain it by whatever means necessary with no regard to the damage it may do. I would be careful if I were you. Friends and objects of deities' desires dropped like flies. In the end the gods always ended up miserable and alone. — Kate Daniels

I can always tell when you're thinking about food. You forget to be the Serious Wolf and you get this dreamy look in your eyes. You know, most people would think you were thinking about a girl. They have no idea that her name is bacon.

Kate, perhaps you need to explain to your significant other that he is in no position to give me orders. Last time I checked, his title was Beast Lord, which is a gentle euphemism for a man who strips nude at night and runs around through the woods hunting small woodland creatures. I'm a premier Master of the Dead. I will go where I please.

I mourn my sword, but that's alright. Grandmother gave me another one.

As soon as the engagement was announced, the Pack Clans converged and shot the idea of a quiet ceremony out of the water and then kept firing at it until it stopped convulsing and died.

Who's the guy?" "He's my . . ." Fiancé, honey-bunny? "He's mine." Lago nodded knowingly. "The thing with the Beast Lord didn't turn out, huh? That's okay, I heard that guy is a dick. You don't need that shit.

I wanted you to stop." "I was encouraged by you breathlessly moaning my name." I spun on my foot. "I wasn't moaning your name. I was shrieking in alarm." "That was the sexiest throaty shrieking I've ever heard." "You need to get out more.

What kind of shapeshifter has orange fur anyway? Weredingo. Now I'd seen everything. Well, at least he didn't steal my baby.

Vampires smiled for many reasons, but when a vampire male smiled at you from this distance with that kind of look in his eyes it was done for one purpose only: to impress. Look at my big teeth. I'm an apex predator. My genetic material is awesome.

If I lose control, you'll be the first to know. I'm quite perturbed by the idea.

Come back to me. Don't leave me all alone. Don't die on me, you stupid sonovabitch. You goddamn fucking idiot. I told you to stay out of the damn fight! Why the hell don't you ever listen? I fucking hate you. I hate you, you hear me? Don't you dare die on me, because I need to kill you with my bare hands.

Kate stood by the door with her arms crossed. That was an anti-Curran pose. What the hell was the Beast Lord doing here? I padded to the door. "First, you didn't come home." Curran's voice held zero humor. "Second, I'm told that my mate is lingering in Raphael's house. There can't be any good reason for you to be here." "Are you spying on me, Your Furriness?" Kate asked.

I saved the baby. I saved her. For you. - Bran

Jack didn't fully get Jesus. Audrey tried to explain it, and he could repeat it back to her, word for word, but he still didn't comprehend most of it. The best he could gather was that Jesus lived long ago, told people to be nice, and they killed him for it. At the end, he asked who was Jesus' necromancer and if he was in the Bible, then Kaldar couldn't stop laughing and had to sit down.

Shane lowered his glasses on his nose and gave me his version of a severe stare. I leaned a little toward Luther. Is this the part where I faint in fear? Luther bit his lip. He might also accept falling to your knees and holding your hands in humble supplication. Makes it easier for him to slap the cuffs on.

How have you been? " my father asked. Say something diplomatic . . . something . . . "If you build a tower in Lawrenceville, I will smash it, set it on fire, and salt the ground it stood on.

My ego doesn't need soothing. I don't want him soothing anything of mine, including you.

I can't believe I have to say this. You there, dashing male secretary! Drop the frying pan.

A ghastly attempt at a smile, sure to send any normal person to a therapist.

He raised his hand in a peaceful gesture. You need to relax a bit, dove. Like Mouse over there. You trust me, don't you, Mouse? Nope! Ahhh, I'm hurt. Nobody likes me.

The sound of my name in his voice stopped me in midturn. I don't know how the hell he did it, but whenever he said my name, it cut through all other distractions and made me pause, as if he'd clenched me to him and kissed me.

I hit him on the back of the neck. He submerged. Help. I've drowned the Beast Lord.

Magic could not be measured and explained in scientific terms, for magic grew through destroying the very natural principles that made science as people knew it impossible.