Quotes from Ilona Andrews

The kind of eyes that jumped from a woman's dreams right into her morning and made trouble in the marriage bed.

Peope, especially unhappy people, want a cause. They want something to belong to, to be a part of something great and bigger, and to be led. It's easy to be a cog in a machine: you don't have to think, you have no responsibility. You're just following orders, doing as you're told.

You're crazy, you know that? Yes. But I'm a demon in the sack. I laughed. Okay then. That fixes everything. That's right, it does.

Do you know what separates adults from children? Self-discipline. We don't want to go to work, we don't want to do our chores, and we don't want to make unpleasant decisions, but we do all those things because we're aware of the consequences which will follow if we don't.

Syphilis. Lots and lots of magically delicious Syphilis.

They dismissed me as a peasant, I dismissed them as shallow, and we were all happy like that.

Just so you know: if a rakshasa shows up, I left my sword in the car.

Your master plan has holes big enough to drive a truck through.

Are you waiting for a clue to fall on your head? Derek asked. Yep. Tell me if you see one coming. Nope. My super mental powers must be getting rusty.

People around me die. They drop like flies. I've gone through life leaving a trail of dead bodies behind me. My mother is dead, my guardian is dead, my aunt is dead—because I killed her, and when my real father finds me, he'll move heaven and earth to make me dead.

Are you happy? When I can get out of my own way. And the rest of the time? The rest of the time I'm in a state of silent panic. I'm afraid it will end. I'll lose him. Lose everything. I've done that. Lost everything. It's a bitch.

There was something very comforting about him, and I was not sure if it was his easy manner or his complete immunity to my scowling.

Damn boudas. I tell him he's under siege and he goes to take a nap.

You do realize you just insulted me, right? How so? You implied that I can't protect her or my people. I looked at him. That's not at all what I meant. Apologize and I'll let it go. I kept my hands firmly on the iron rail before me. Grabbing the weight bar and walloping the Beast Lord upside the head wouldn't be the best diplomatic move. I'm sorry, Your Majesty. There. I was civil. It almost killed me.

Unfortunately, the Best Lord had condemned both vehicles as unsafe and instead I now leased a Pack Jeep I called Hector. Equipped with dual engines, Hector worked during magic or tech. He didn't go very fast, especially during magic, but so far he hadn't stalled on me either. As long as our high-speed chases stayed under forty-five miles an hour, we would be all set.

Two hours. More than enough time to kidnap a man. Or to slice his throat, bury him in the forest, and steal his magic project. How the hell did de Harven fit into it? Did he surprise the thieves? Of course, Adam Kamen could've killed his uber-bodyguard and bolted with the goods. Because he was secretly a ninja, adept at mortal combat and vanishing into thin air. Yes, that was it. Case solved.

And just when I thought the pain had dulled, my mind would betray me and bring Dad back to life in my dreams. Sometimes I didn't realize that he was dead until I awoke and then it was like a punch in the stomach. And sometimes I knew in my dream that I was dreaming, and I woke up crying.

Did you think I was sitting on my hands?" "I thought you might be injured." He looked at me. "We've met, you and I?" I deliberately took a big step back. "What?" he growled. "I'm making room for your ego.

I reached over and squeezed Curran's hand. "Come on, you, me, a platter of barely seared meat, it will be great. If we see the navigators, we can make fun of the way they hold their forks.

My patience is an infinite lake. Feel free to drown yourself.

I can buy your contract." "No, you can't. Any sale of our mortgage requires my consent, and I won't consent to it." He grinned. "You don't want to work under me?" "I'm not even going to dignify that with an answer.

I'm investigating people who sacrifice trained killers to dark gods. Perfect, it will keep him occupied. In what capacity? Bait.

He'd laugh in my face, then I'd slice him to ribbons and then he'd break my neck

The vampire leaned forward, tapping a scimitar claw. Is that a lion with horns and a pitchfork? Yep. Is he carrying a moon on his pitchfork? No, it's a pie.