Quotes from Ilona Andrews

they tended towards the simple pleasures in life: drinking, whoring and fighting, preferably all three at once.

What are you planning?" I asked, as we turned toward the grand ballroom. "Just a small demonstration for the public good," he said. "I am so sorry." "You're apologizing in advance." "Yes." Never a good sign.

People can snap. People have a limit. And some people are just plain nuts.

You said he was a soldier. You don't suppose...? Oh, Gods. Ignata blinked. You think something could be wrong down there? All of them looked at William, who chose this precise moment to slide the wet shirt back on his back, which required him to flex, raising his arms. That would be a shame, Cerise murmured.

The dark scary servant of all evil was on his way to rescue me. Somehow that thought failed to make me warm and fuzzy.

I was a knight, Andrea said. I'm not just going to start shooting every dickhead who mouths off to me. Just making sure. Besides, if I shot him, I'd do it so nobody could trace it back to me. I'd shoot him somewhere remote, his head would explode like a melon, and they would never find his body. He would just vanish.

Like a primitive savage, who sets out to tame the wilderness armed with nothing but a knife and his indomitable will, I will persevere. I will wrestle victory from the greedy jaws of defeat. I shall rise like a bird of prey upon the current of the wind, my talons raised for the kill, and I shall strike true." Oh wow. I hope the inn filmed that.

The only way to make sure that the Hand didn't get to you would have been to kill your brother. I could've done it, but I didn't. I just gave him some drugs. You gave an addict in rehab drugs, and you want credit for it? Of course it sounds bad when you put it that way.

I'm going to shoot him," I squeezed through my teeth. "No, that would be murder," Grandma Frida told me, her voice soothing. "You've had a long day. Let's put your magic away. You know what you need? A nice cup of chamomile tea and a tranquilizer . . ." I

Hello, Consort,'' Mauro boomed. He got to his feet, spread his arms, and curtsied.

Somewhere in that database my name sat in its own little niche, the name of a reject, undisciplined and worthless. Just the way I liked it.

Are you going to help me or just make fun of me? Can't I do both?

I don't trust tragedies much. It's easy to make a person sad by showing him something tragic. We all recognize when sad things happen: someone dies, someone loses a loved one, young love is crushed. It's much harder to make a man laugh-what's funny to one person isn't funny to another.

Die." Why me? "We don't do requests. Try Iowa. I hear they're more accommodating." Hey, Dad, I found a lovely present for this coming Father's Day. Enjoy. The insect pointed a leg at me. "Die." Curran's eyes went gold. His clothes tore, falling in shreds to the street, as the massive meld of human and lion spilled out. "Let's see you try that shit on me.

What's Julie's number?" Curran glanced at me. "Julie's fluctuating between thirty-two and thirty-four units. Her shift coefficient is six point five and she's been at it for sixteen hours." Dear God, I'd need a damn calculator.

This is blasphemy!" Odalon declared in the same way Gerard Butler had once roared "This is Sparta." Sadly, Odalon had nobody to kick into a bottomless hole for emphasis, so he settled for looking extremely put out.

It wasn't real. I deluded myself. I had this aching need to be loved and it was screwing with my head. Sometimes, when you crave certain feelings, you'll trick yourself into thinking the other person is something other than what he appears.

Curran is the Beast Lord. Tremble.

Bleed him and I'll skewer you like a stuck pig, I said through clenched teeth. No, you will try. You'll wave your sword around and talk a lot of shit and then back off at the last minute. And then I'll snap your neck and his.

She put her hands over her face. Ah crap. What do I do now? Do I say something, do I not say something? I kept talking, keeping my voice as light as I could manage. Her shoulders shook slightly. She was crying. Fuck me. I sat there, not sure what to do with myself.

Andrea stared at me. You're not taking me seriously! That's probably because you're not excited enough, Derek said. You should clench your fists like they do in the movies, shake them, and yell, 'This is bigger than any of us! It goes all the way to the top!

Cuddles screamed. It wasn't a braying noise, it was an ear-slapping shriek of pure donkey outrage, like someone got hold of a foghorn and tried to strangle it.

Let's play who can be a better killer. My sword and I love this game.

He was going to take a dive into this lake. He just didn't know it. Cerise rose, finding footing in the soft mud. The water came up to just below her breasts and her wet shirt stuck to her body. William's gaze snagged on her chest. Yep, keep looking, Lord Bill. Keeeeeep looking.