Quotes from Ilona Andrews

There were bags under my eyes and they weren't Prada.

He once starved a woman to the brink of death, trying to break her. Poetic justice, he reflected.

Have you met my sword, Saiman? It's to die for.

Your definition of 'well' is troubling at best." He suddenly smiled and affected a slight accent. "'I do not think that word means what you think it means.'" He was obviously quoting something he and Jason seemed to know that she did not. Jason grinned. "Ha, she ain't a princess, and you wish you were that good a swordsman.

Do men often tell you you're enchanting? No. Men often tell me I hit very hard. Hint, hint.

My lords! I'm not a castle. You don't have to storm me.

don't believe you." "Wait." She held up her hand. "Let me check if I care." Hugh glared at her. "No," she said. "Apparently, I don't. It's good that we got that straightened out.

I missed you," he said, his lips stretching into a slow, lazy smile. The ice in his eyes began to melt. "Did you miss me, Nevada?" He said my name. "No." "Not even a little bit?" "No. Never thought of you." Just because I usually chose not to lie didn't mean I couldn't. Rogan grinned and all of my thoughts went to the wrong places. He was almost unbearably handsome when he smiled.

This isn't over!" Leroy jabbed his finger at Curran. He probably meant it to look aggressive, but he was swaying on his feet. "Yes, it is," Curran told him. "Go before I change my mind.

Those books made it crystal clear that giving honey to your baby before he was a year old made you a terrible mother. The moment a spoon of honey would touch his lips, the words "Awful Mother" would appear on your forehead, forever branding you as a parenting failure.

Children think you are a god. You are the center of their universe, you can fix anything, you can shield them and protect them, and then one day they find out you can't.

You shouldn't give up what you are to make somebody else happy.

Jack sheathed his knife, tied the dressed hare to a stick, and slung it over his shoulder. It wouldn't do for the meat to touch his school uniform. Might make the kill dirty.

Somehow this new, on-his-best-behavior version was scarier than witnessing him calmly breaking a man with his bare hands. After what we'd been through, I would've expected him to hole up somewhere dark, eating raw meat, chain-smoking, guzzling some sort of ridiculously tough drink, like whiskey or kerosene or something, and thinking grim thoughts about life and death. But no, here he was, charming and untroubled, sipping coffee.

I'm not ashamed of my human or my lynx form. I wear clothes because people force me to. I don't need to put on a costume every morning to feel better about myself. -Jack

This book was started during the first wave of COVID pandemic, when pictures of bodies loaded into refrigerated trucks were coming out of New York. It came about because an ICU nurse emailed us and asked us to post something, anything, because reading our work on her short break between grueling shifts kept her sane.

Did you set a blood ward around us, so you could scream at me uninterrupted?" "YES!

Mr. Evans? I called. A moment of your time? He looked at me as if he'd never seen me before. Do I know you? My name is Dina. I own the bed-and-breakfast. He glanced past me at the old house sitting at the mouth of the subdivision. That monstrosity? Aren't you sweet? Yes.

BD: It gets better. Ted Moynohan at this point is in charge of the Atlanta Chapter. DA: That fuckhead again. The gift that keeps on giving. I still don't understand how he got to be the Knight-Protector. If that man was in charge of nothing except his own dick, sooner or later he'd suspect it of presenting a danger to humanity.

Breaking and entering was an essential part of the shapeshifter courtship.

We let each other be who we are," Curran said. "I don't have to like all of the things she has to do. I love her.

Mouthy bitch." My middle name.

hide information from everyone. Do they think they're special?

There is nothing you can offer me," she said. "Oh, I don't know. You might change your mind. You're like me, Victoria." He grinned. "You like to do things that make life interesting. We both do so hate to be bored.