Quotes from Ilona Andrews

Eleven out of twelve work fine. I'd say that's better chances than getting an orgasm with a blind date and women still try. He blinked and laughed softly. I never know what you'll say next. I don't either.

Well, check this out. Mine is bigger.

Cough clenched, and vomited something chunky into the grass. Terrific. The big dog sat on his haunches and looked at William with a perplexed expression on his face. Well, eat it back up, William hissed. Don't waste it. Cough gave a tiny whine. I'm not eating your puke. Cough panted at him. No.

You're everything to me, he said into my ear. I wanted to tell him that he was everything to me, that I wouldn't let the darkness have him, that he never had to worry that I would give up and walk away. But the echoes of our shared pleasure stole the words, and so I said it the best I could. I love you.

Just once I want it to be easy and neat. But no, there is never a good decision. I pick what I can live with.

The last time Assistant Principal Parker called, a girl in the school's locker room had accused Julie of being a whore during the two years she'd spent on the street. My kid took exception to that and decided to communicate that by applying a chair to the offending party's head. I'd told her to go for the gut next time- it left less evidence.

You are not special. You don't get to not show up. You don't get to avoid difficult decisions. You get to climb into the muck with the rest of us. So, you want to be in charge, fine. Reach deep down, find a backbone, and handle your own shit. Otherwise, step down and make way for someone who would actually matter.

I unbuckled my seat belt. "Are you going to jump onto his car?" Julie asked. "I can get closer." "What are you, out of your mind? No, I'm not jumping on his car. That only works in movies.

You're right, my problems are the biggest problems ever, George said. No, honestly, it's horrible to be me. I'm rich, talented, and I make girls cry. How do you make girls cry, exactly? George turned to her. His blue eyes widened. His lovely face took on a forlorn, deeply troubled expression. He leaned forward, and, in a theatrical whisper, said, My past is tragic. I wouldn't want to burden you with it. It's a pain I must suffer alone. In the rain. In silence.

She'd dropped to her knees and put her head on his chest, and when she'd heard the strong, even heartbeat, she'd cried and then kissed his lips gently, because he was asleep and he would never know. He'd scared her so much. Stupid wolf. Her stupid, stupid wolf.

It's not an abomination. It's a bunnycat.

Sometimes the Universe smiled. Mostly she kicked me in the face, stomped on my ribs once I fell down, and laughed at my pain, but once in a while she smiled.

Maybe you should make me a list of people I can kill and ways in which they're allowed to die," he said. "You are not funny." "I'm very funny.

Why couldn't she have gotten another Edger or some dimwit from the Broken for a passenger? No, she got Lord Leather Pants here.

Someone knocked on the door. "Come in!" Barabas called. The door swung open and Derek stuck his head in. "Hey, do you have any duct tape?" He saw me, stepped back, and closed the door without a word. Well. "Coward," Barabas said, loud enough for Derek to hear.

One doesn't let her fiancé fight a horde of ghouls by himself. Some things were just not done.

My point is, I would never hurt you or your family." I raised my chin at him. "If you tried to hurt my mother, I would totally kick your ass." "Aha." "Yes. You would be lying on the ground, crying, 'No more, no more,' and I would be kicking you in the stomach, wham, wham, wham!" He laughed softly.

The door swung open and Kate walked in. Her jeans and T-shirt were splattered with blood and she was carrying a severed vampire head. The T-shirt has a smiley face on it.

We were not finished yet, not even close. I could still smell her. I remembered what she felt like. What she tasted like. This wasn't a casual sexual thing. This was a mating. I would have Kate as my mate. Whatever it took, no matter how long, she would be with me.

Say 'pop.' " "Pop?" "That was the sound of me pulling your head out of your ass. If you stick it back up there again, there is nothing I can do about it. This is the only lecture you'll ever get from me.

Oh, so it was a lifesaving kiss. Well, if you want to put it that way... Arrogant jackass. Do me a favor: next time you think my life needs saving, just let me die. I'd really prefer it. He laughed. She shook her head. I'm going to the front with the boys. Don't follow me. You and your paramedic kisses need time to cool off.

Andrea, in less than twelve hours, Atlanta will be full of demons. They will kill, feed, and release more demons. What emergency is more important than this one? She hesitated. I'm not supposed to disclose this. There's a man. His name is Roland... I almost punched the wall. What is he doing that's so damn crucial? What, is he building another tower? It will fall like all his other ones. Or did his eye finally grow back and he decided to have a battle to celebrate?

Half-man, half-beast, all nightmare. The shapeshifter warrior form.

So, regarding that tidbit about your having a fertile imagination when it comes to private activities, she said, fighting off anxiety. Was it another lie? Depends on how you look at it. It's not exactly a lie, and if you come with me to the Weird, you'll find that rumors of my 'creativity' when it comes to bed games with the opposite sex do exist. I started them myself and managed them very carefully. The trick with rumors is to feed them once in a while, so they don't die.