Quotes from Ilona Andrews

The next time I went anywhere with Mad Rogan, I'd bring one of those bandoliers action stars wore when they routed terrorists from jungles.

I held my hand out. "Give me a grenade." Andrea pulled open her backpack and slid a grenade into my palm. "Wait until they start shooting the Jeep. Boom comes first, shrapnel flies second. Count to ten before you run in there. And don't blow the device up." "Yes, Mother. It's not my first time." "That's the thanks I get for trying to keep you alive, Your Highness.

When you keep people from doing things they are destined to do, they go crazy.

Grandma pointed her fork at me. "Just watch. Fate will throw you two together. One day you'll just run right into him and boom! True love.

True strength isn't in killing—or ignoring—your opponent, it's in having the will to shield those who need your protection.

What did I tell you about plastic ties? Only for humans, Julie murmured. If you don't listen to me, I can't teach you anything.

She grinned at me. "Aha, took you a second. Don't worry, I only poison random strangers on Tuesdays." "Today is Tuesday," Leon said. "Oops. Well, that's okay. You told me your name, so we're not strangers. You should be safe." She turned to Leon. "But I don't know who you are. No promises.

Every time you see a problem and walk away from it, you set a new standard.

One time I was dying in a cage inside a palace that was flying over a magic jungle. And some idiot went in there, chased the palace down, fought his way through hundreds of rakshasas, and rescued me. I remember, he said. That's when I realized you loved me, I said. I was in the cage and I heard you roar.

How is it that Raphael made more holes in you than in swiss cheese, but your assholeness survived?" "Raphael doesn't have a knife big enough to kill my assholeness.

Me Kate. You Tarzan?" "No." Curran bared his teeth at me. "In the first book, he grabs a lion by the tail and pulls it. Never gonna happen. First, an adult male lion weights five hundred pounds. Second, you grab my tail, I'll turn around and take your face off.

Cornelius opened the car door and cautiously peered out. "Yes?" I asked. "Checking to see if it's safe to come out." Everyone was a comedian. I sighed and went into my office.

The world was going crazy. Nothing left to do but hold on and yell "Wheee!" at strategic moments.

She was pretty sure that if you died in the South, you'd have a layover in Atlanta before you reached the afterlife.

Clothes don't have magic powers, Derek. They don't mystically protect you from three-inch claws, rapists, or murderers. If someone decides to hurt you, they will do so whether or not you have a thin layer of denim over your skin.

Most twenty-four-year-old women I know sleep in something more revealing. Something more adult. I raised my eyebrows. There is nothing wrong with my Hello Kitty T-shirt. It was thin and comfortable, and it reached to my mid-thigh, which meant that if I had to get up in the middle of the night to dispatch any intruders, I'd do it with my butt covered and modesty intact. Sean frowned. Sure, if you're five. Got a touch of arrested development happening there? Argh.

That's all right, she told him. I can manage. I can sleep outside just fine. Four pairs of eyes looked at her with a distinctly male skepticism.

Breaking into the house in the middle of the night just wasn't his style. He did his best work in plain view, and, usually, his tongue was doing most of it. Now that was an interesting thought. Heh.

I wouldn't put it past you," Kaldar said. "Or him. Who knows what the hell he might do?" William made a cutting motion across his throat. "He might kill you if you're not careful," she told him. "Who, Will? We're the best of friends." William rolled his eyes.

Come in. Tea?" "No." "I'll get you some chamomile," Barabas said. "You look like you need it." "Right now, I'd have to drown in calming tea for it to do any good.

She pictured him exploding into bloody mist. No. Too quick.

Why not? It's natural selection. Just like nature. I wrinkled my nose. Boudas love this argument, because it gives them an excuse to do all the wrong things. 'I'm sorry I screwed your sister and got my penis stuck in your German shepherd. It's in my nature. I just couldn't help myself.

I waited. The moment you start speaking, you become less scary, and I had no intention of being less scary.

Just wait until he figures out I shut him out of his slut hut." The poodle whined softly. "I don't need any criticism from you. If you can go a day without barfing or destroying my house, then I might listen to what you have to say. Until then, keep your opinions to yourself." I fell back into my bed and put a pillow on my head. I'd just had a conversation with a poodle and accused him of criticizing me. Curran had finally driven me out of my mind.