Quotes from Ilona Andrews

Maybe I should drive," Troy said. "She knows what she's doing," Mad Rogan said. I sniffed. "What?" "The fragrance of a genuine compliment from Mad Rogan. So rare and sweet.

The pervert. He prefers to think of himself as sexual deviant. Semantics.

Look, he isn't even concerned." I poured the tea. "He's concerned, Mother. He just doesn't panic, because he's in charge and if he panics, everybody else will panic." "I can jog around the room pretending to scream if you would like," Jim offered.

If a man takes you to a restaurant of his choosing, don't compliment him. Rave about the quality of the food and he'll be thrilled, because he took you there.

Raphael turned me over and looked at me, his face close to mine. You and I will never be done.You're my mate. He kissed the corner of my mouth. I almost cried. I stopped sleeping since you left, he said I'll sleep for a couple of hours, wake up, you're not there. I closed my eyes. I need an answer, Andrea, he said. An answer? Mate. Yes or no. Do you need to ask? I whispered. You're my mate.

The Order of Merciful Aid provided merciful aid, usually on the edge of a blade or the burn of a bullet.

If my luck held, it wouldn't be a handsome Greek demigod looking for the love of his life or at least his love of a couple of hours.

Runes, runes, runes... Runes. An inverted Algiz rune. The caption next to it said "Chernobog." The Black God. Right. Of course, it wouldn't be Chernobog, God of Morning Dew on the Rose Petals, but a woman could always hope.

Our stares connected and we were quiet for a long minute, united by our misery. At least he understood me and I understood him. A fine pair we make," he said. Yeah.

That had to be the craziest thing he'd heard. At some point they must've looked around and said, Hey, what do we have a shitload of? Mud! It's cold and wet. I know, let's burn it! Well, it ain't good for nothing else. What the hell? He supposed if fish could have legs, then mud could burn. Spider or nor spider, if their cats started flying, he would be out of here like a rocket.

I know it may come as a shock, but it's sort of considered polite to wait for the consent of the woman. In fact, I'm pretty sure that if you don't wait, you may have to deal with pesky criminal charges like kidnapping and rape.

What do you do to your hair? Dust, hair gel, and a little gun oil. Ever thought of patenting the recipe? No.

Answer me this, did you hesitate at all or did you see the giant, go 'Wheee!' and run toward it?" "She ran toward it," Juke quipped. "He was biting people in half." "I rest my case," Curran said. "A note wouldn't have made any difference.

Obviously I was missing the whole picture. Any minute now he would leap up, wrench the two-inch silver alloy bars apart despite the fact that silver was toxic to shapeshifters, and heroically kick Saiman's ass. Any minute now. Any minute.

She eats grass. Don't ask.

Now remember, Kate. Barabas leaned over to me, grinning. You are the Consort. Be the Consort. He stretched be into a three-syllable word. Think like a- Open the door or I'll punch you right in the face, I growled.

Bad days, good days, 'I'll cut you if you look at me the wrong way' days. I'll take them all.

I dropped all the guards. All the leashes, all the chains, everything that ever restrained me through the discipline and fear of discovery, I let it all go. No need to hide.

He wanted to wear sweatpants, because "they tear easier." I asked him if he wanted me to get him some male stripper jeans so he could avoid looking like a Russian gangster from pre-Shift movies, after which he got all offended and put on a pair of regular jeans instead.

The Beast Lord walked out of the warehouse. The screen went dark. My knight in furry armor. Saiman opened his mouth. This is why I didn't. Personally, I think your smile is inappropriate.

Did you send an escort with my family?" "Yes. They're a target." "How did you know they would be leaving?" "My people saw them load up, called me, and I told them to follow." Duh. "Thank you." "You're welcome. I plan to hold them hostage until you sleep with me." I stumbled. He turned and gave me a brilliant, impossibly handsome smile. "Just kidding." Damn it.

You're touching me," I chided him. He caressed my back, sliding his hand down, hitting every sensitive point I hadn't even known I had. "No, this is touching you. That was just accidental contact." "Oh? Good to know. If you touch me again and I break your arm off, you can be sure it will be completely accidental.

All that was missing was a neon sign that read EVIL AND CONFLICTED ABOUT IT with a flashing arrow pointing at his head.

Crazy Curran ranked right up there with monsoons, tornadoes, earthquakes, and other natural disasters.