Quotes from Ilona Andrews

As I walked back to civilization, I realized that for the first time in the six months I had known Curran, we had managed to have a conversation and part ways without wanting to kill each other. I found that fact deeply troubling.

Stop looking at her and you might live longer," Curran said, his voice nice and friendly.

Raphael was a bouda and they viewed sex as a fun recreational activity that should be practiced vigorously and often.

The problem with all men, and werewolves in particular, was their odd perspective. Sean viewed the gash across his ribs as a scratch. I viewed it as an open wound made by a monomolecular blade able to cut through the werewolf armor and contaminate his body with extraterrestrial microorganisms and possibly poison. We agreed to meet somewhere in the middle. He allowed me to sterilize and seal the wound, and I promised to stop threatening to restrain him.

I'd managed to find a hobbit in the Caucasus Mountains. I wondered what he would do if I asked him about second breakfast.

Who are you, what are you doing here, who is Hood, why does he want Julie, and where is Julie's mother? Is that all! He wiped the red smudge off his lip with the back of his hand. Yes. No. Why is the cauldron important, where did it go, how is Morrigan involved, where do you go when you disappear, and why do you keep stealing the maps? Okay, now that's everything.

If I lost him here, to this idiotic fight, after I fought and guarded him for two weeks, after I cried and thought he was dying, I would find him in the afterlife and I would murder him again.

Andrea raised her eyebrows. Look at you, all high-speed. Yeah, you'd think I was a detective or something. Andrea held her hand out. You'll jinx it.

Can I be of assistance? Saiman asked. Have you ever delivered a child? Doolittle asked. Yes, I have. Good. We have to perform a C-section. One of her unborn is trying to kill the other. Fascinating, Saiman said. [p.304]

And what causes orgasm in a man?" Kate Daniels, the sex-ed specialist. Kill me, somebody.

Only Celts would use nine letters to make one sound.

And your skin is like honey. I wonder how you taste. Bitter and tired. Mhm.

Had he expected me to hump her leg?

There are times in life when sugar turns into medicine. This was one of those times.

On Harpy's Drive we passed a row of trees, each one with its trunk unnaturally bloated and covered with black fuzz. I had no idea what the fuzz did, but we steered clear of it. The law of navigating post-Shift Atlanta was simple: if you don't know what it is, don't touch it.

Anticipation zinged through me. I knew exactly how much space separated us. I felt every inch of it, charged with electric energy. If he touched me right now, I'd probably jump a foot in the air. I stared straight ahead. We didn't do well in a small, confined space. This was a terrible idea. Maybe I should roll down the window to let some of the sexual tension out.

Friends make the world bearable. It's an honor of sorts. Of all the people that a person knows, they pick you to be their friend, and you try to be worthy of that friendship.

So far I had the god of evil and the god of terror on my side. My good-guy image was taking a serious beating. Maybe I should recruit some unicorns or kittens with rainbow powers to even us out.

George turned to her. His blue eyes widened. His lovely face took on a forlorn, deeply troubled expression. He leaned forwar, 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.

You have to live a little." Grandma fitted the track bar into the cog on the track. "Go out with a bad boy. Run headfirst into a fight. Get roaring drunk. Something!

Hail to the Beast Lord! I waved my spatula for emphasis. Jim spared me an ugly look and turned to Dali.

One day I'll kill him, you know. I glanced at her. She was deadly serious.

It was one of those idiotic things that could've been resolved in a split second. Tara had no right to touch Raphael, and once she did he had every right to punch her. She should've left it at that, and now she was dead because she didn't.

I need you to get down there, open the stalls inside, and panic the horses." " 'Panic'?" Gaston asked. "Smile at them or something.