Quotes from Ilona Andrews

How did people keep finding me? I spent all this time and money making a secret hideout and literally everyone I've met in the last two days now knew where it was.

Maybe I should roll down the window to let some of the sexual tension out.

One look at Rebecca and Aunt B would have an instant apoplexy. Raphael's eyebrows furrowed. "My mother's approval isn't necessary." Aha. "Does she know that?

Having a fling with you doesn't appeal to me. You're handsome, but you're too inexperienced to be good in bed. Having ridden many horses doesn't make you a good rider; it just proves that you can't recognize a good one or don't know how to keep her.

Yes, I'm a hermit. Mostly I brood," Mad Rogan said. "Also I'm very good at wallowing in self-pity. I spend my days steeped in melancholy, looking out the window. Occasionally a single tear quietly rolls down my cheek." Arabella and Lina snickered in unison. "Do you also brush a white orchid against your lips?" Arabella put in. "While sad music plays in the background?" Lina grinned. "Perhaps," Mad Rogan said.

Judging by the hard lines of his face and the flat look in his eyes, he'd left the Marines, but the Corps hadn't quite left him.

It was his eyes. When you looked into them, you saw chained violence baring teeth and claws back at you.

Black hair, angelic face, and devil eyes.

She pivoted on one foot, turning her sword. Fast. Her head snapped toward me. Dark eyes stared straight at me. I detected no fear. Instead it was a look of challenge. So not a mouse after all, but something more. This could be interesting. I'd let her dance in the dirt a bit more. She was fun to watch. She crouched with her hand out. What the hell was she doing... Here, kitty, kitty, kitty. Oh my God, she was retarded and I was going to kill Jim.

It's a very special couch," I told her. "Mad Rogan once fell asleep on it. We're thinking of having it gold-plated and donated to a museum . . .

He leaned closer, his lips almost touching my ear. "I don't need to see your face or smell you. I could tell it was you by the way you rode your horse.

I was midway down to the first floor when it finally hit me: I had just told the alpha of all shapeshifters that hell would freeze over before I got into his bed. Not only had I just kissed any cooperation from the Pack good-bye, but I had also challenged him. Again. I stopped and hit my head a few times on the wall. Keep your mouth shut, stupid. Derek appeared at the bottom of the stairway. It went that well, huh?

Wiggles hissed as I crossed the floor toward the throne. She fixed me with her empty hateful eyes and smelled the air, her long tongue shivering through the slit of the lipless mouth. Nice to see you too, sweetheart. Remember my cattle prod?

You say the sweetest things. And that spaghetti perfume you're wearing is to die for. No hobo could resist. She snarled. Heh.

A woman can only do so much with mediocre equipment

You're the least power-hungry person I've ever met. You're also the most stubborn person I've ever met. Disrespectful. Mouthy." "You mean independent and proactive in taking initiative." "That

I can't share, Nevada. I won't.

It fires .50 cal at twice the speed of sound. It will hit him before he ever hears the shot." My mother crossed her arms. "I'd like to see him bounce that off his chest.

A girl half my age swept by and slammed two giant tankard filled with beer on the table. Ragnvald held his up. I smashed my tankard against his. Beer splashed. We raised the tankard and pretended to take much bigger gulps than we did.

Julie looked like she was about to cry and waved her arms. Whatever. Look, I'm not stupid. I know things! Adult things. - Like what? Like sex. I know about sex. I just stared at her. I wasn't opening that can of worms.

Also, your father." My eyes snapped open. "What about my father?" Roman blinked. "That was a bona fide snarl." Ascanio nodded, his eyes wide. "Yes, she gets scary sometimes. She's very difficult to work for." "I can imagine.

This doesn't mean you're getting a discount. Audrey heaved a mock sigh. Oh well. I guess I'll have to ply you with sexual favors, then. Gnome choked on the soup. I'm old enough to be your grandfather! Audrey winked at him, gathering the empty bags. But you're not.

My future chef was an oversized, hysterical hedgehog with a martyr complex.

Will you stop meddling in my love life?" I growled. "I'm not meddling. I'm offering commentary.