Quotes from Ilona Andrews

Besides, if I'd decided to pull Carver's spine out of his body, I would've done it already." "Can you actually do that?" Curran frowned. "I don't know. I mean theoretically if you broke the spine above the pelvis, you could, but then there are ribs . . . I'll have to try it sometime.

I've seen your foot up close." Curran pointed to his chest. "I've seen it here." He moved his hand to his jaw. "Here." He touched the place over his cheek where my kick had cut him. "And here.

This was heaven. Hey, baby, Hugh said. Heaven just got canceled.

Finally, thank you very much to Jeaniene Frost and Jill Myles. This book does have sex in it. Please don't hit me anymore. ~Ilona Andrews in the Acknowledgements section of Magic Bleeds

I trusted her about as far as I could throw her. I was strong and she was small, but it still wasn't very far.

You should've let me twist his head off," Mahon said. "You can't let people insult your wife, Curran. One day you'll have to choose diplomacy or your spouse. I'm telling you now, it's got to be your wife. Diplomacy doesn't care if you live or die. Your wife does.

I hadn't crossed the line. I'd ridden an elephant up to it and run back and forth along its edge while a mariachi band played in the background, but I hadn't crossed it.

It's not a loup cage, you know,' I told her. 'It's a holding cell. Or safe room. or secure room. I don't think Jim ever settled on a term he could live with.' 'Aha. It's a loup cage.' Andrea cleared her throat. 'I touched it with my finger and it hurt. Is that in case of marital problems?

swore. "Barabas said you might say that. I'm supposed to tell you this." Ascanio cleared his throat and produced a remarkably accurate impression of Barabas's tenor. "Courage, Your Majesty." "I will kill him." "The Beast Lord or Barabas?" "Both.

They say a hundred-and-thirty-pound woman has no chance against an athletic two-hundred-pound man. That's a lie. You just have to make the decision to hurt him and then do it.

I closed my eyes. "Are you okay?" "I'm tired. My knee is hurting again and I'm trying to teleport myself upstairs." "Um, Kate, you can't do that." "I know. But I'm trying very hard. Let me know if I start fading?

I've got a gig, Jim said. I sat up in my bed, wide-awake. A gig was good- I needed the money. Half. Third. Half. Thirty-five percent. Jim's voice hardened. Half. The phone went silent as my former Guild partner mulled it over. Okay, forty. I hung up.(...) The phone rang. I let it ring twice before I picked it up. Fine. Jim's voice had a hint of a snarl in it. Half.

Awesome. I'd terrified the Legatus of the Golden Legion just by showing him my sword. If I waved it around, he'd probably explode.

Curran growled. Later, babycakes. Babycakes. Asshole. Good hunting, sugar woogums.

Beautiful I would never be. Striking, that I could manage.

Is there anything else you need to tell me?" Every time I look at you, I have to put a leash on myself. "No.

She can tell you the height of the attacker from the trigonometry of the blood spatter, while I'm fuzzy on what trigonometry is.

Some men were handsome. Some were powerful. Curran was...dangerous.

Yes, the princess you were expecting put on her armor and left to kill the dragon. So sorry.

You can't blame me," Ascanio said. "Anybody in my place would be concerned. You don't even have a proper horse. You're riding a mutant equine of unknown origin." "Don't disrespect my donkey

When some supernatural filth tries to carry off the children, call Roman so he can wade through blood and sewage to rescue them, but when it's something nice like a wedding or a naming, oh no, we can't have Chernobog's volhv involved. It's bad luck. Get Nikolai. When he finds out who I'm going to marry, he'll have an aneurysm. His head will explode. It's good that he's a doctor, maybe he can treat himself.

I'm Mr.Ripped. I live in the gym. My teeth have biceps and my biceps have teeth. I chew up weights and shit out lead bricks

I stopped the blade two inches before it touched Andrea's neck. Because she was my best friend, and sticking knives into your best friend's windpipe was generally considered to be a social faux pas.

For a second I thought I might actually be alive," I said, looking at Nick's unshaven face. "Now I know— I've gone to Hell and you're my nursemaid.