Quotes from Ilona Andrews

Did you hear that? a woman asked. I crouched behind the growth. No. No, you didn't hear anything. Don't mind me, I'm not hiding the corpse of a nasty creature behind your flower bed. Nope. Nothing here but cute, fluffy bunnies scampering adorably into the night...

Fortune favors the brave," I told her. It also kills the stupid, but I decided to keep that fact to myself.

Why had I wasted all my time pretending to be someone I wasn't? I was tired, so very, very tired of standing on my own brakes. I felt...right. I felt free.

When in doubt and in need of information, find a snitch and squeeze him.

Let me help, he said. You've been taught all your life that killing another person is wrong, and that belief persists even in the fact of facts. Not only would Peaches have killed us given the chance, but this way I only had to kill on person rather than kill half a dozen of his followers. I saved several live, but your conditioning tells you I've done the wrong thing. I didn't. He started it. I finished it.

Did you blow up a kraken? Maybe. He laughed into the phone.

So you want to throw me out on my ass?" Bob swallowed. "There aren't enough people here, Bob. You need to get reinforcements. Go ahead." He smiled, baring his teeth, a sharp carnivore grin. "I'll wait.

Flirt with me now, you sonovabitch! See if I'm impressed.

When life hits you in the gut, it's always a sucker punch. You never see it coming. One moment you're walking along, worrying your little worries and making quiet plans, and the next you're rolled into a ball, trying to hug yourself against the pain, frantic and reeling, your mind a jumble of scared thoughts.

You will. You'll fall asleep fast and sleep soundly until morning, and then you'll get up and have breakfast with your family because I'll be prowling in your house tonight. And if anyone tries to interrupt your sleep and end your life, you have my word that they'll sleep forever." That

She was beautiful and radiant. He remembered the concern in her eyes. The same concern drove her now, pushing her toward acts of violence. On the surface, he'd be a fool to turn her down. She was driven by tragedy, just like him, and she would be incorruptible, just like him. He needed a blade to kill, but she could kill dozens at once empty-handed. She was Death, and she had just asked to be his ally.

I finally understood why he was called Mad Rogan. It wasn't because he was insane. It was because he drove you nuts with sheer frustration.

This it the hand that slapped Aunt B, here you can touch it since you're my best friend

It was the kind of sky that called space pirates to their ships.

I would strangle her in a minute. I sat down at the table and smiled at her. "My patience is an infinite lake. Feel free to drown yourself." There were times when ancient proverbs came in handy.

Leon had pestered me during dinner one night, I lost control, and the black wings made their debut. The family was stunned into silence for a whole thirty seconds. And then everyone called me Goth Princess for a week and Arabella kept leaving vampire novels by my door.

He hung his head. "Am I punished?" "Yes. I'm too mad to punish you right now. We'll talk about it when we get home. Go brush your teeth, comb your hair, put on dry clothes, and get the guns. We're going to Wal-Mart.

I want you, you want love, and he wants to break my neck.

What is this?" he whispered. "Mangoes." My father always said mangoes with a Quillonian were a sure bet. I hadn't realized how much of a sure bet. Orro licked the fruit again, looked at it, and suddenly bit into it, shredding the yellow pulp. He'd wolfed down half a mango before he realized I was still there and froze, pieces of mango on his whiskers. "Don't see me.

You whiny little piece of shit," Rogan growled. Another punch. "We don't kill civilians. We don't show off in public and scare people." Another punch. "We don't abuse our power, you fucking moron. You're a disgrace.

Bring your army, little god! My sword is hungry!

He hit her with his best smile. Her eyes widened. She took a deep breath. "Oh no, not that seductive face. I'm overcome with the need to take off these awful clothes. What is happening? I do not understand. Oooh. Ahhh." She touched her wrist to her forehead. "Somebody help me. I'm being drenched with my own fluids." Evil woman.

He looked like he could pick up a fifty-pound rucksack, run across the city with it, and then beat an ungodly number of enemies to a bloody pulp with his bare hands while things exploded dramatically in the background.

Food. This was heaven. "Hey, baby," Hugh said. Heaven just got canceled.