Quotes from Ilona Andrews

I gave him a smile. I was aiming for sweet, but he turned a shade paler and scooted a bit farther from me. Note to self: work more on sweet and less on psycho-killer. "Since

I'm sorry, but I don't have anyone else to ask. If I go to Connor, my son will hold his relatives upside down one by one and shake them until they confess. Which would be a lot of fun to watch.

He smiled a slow, predatory grin. "Resistance is futile." "You are not assimilating me.

Ascanio leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, a slight smile on his lips. It had to be his sexy, nonchalant pose. I wasn't sure if I was expected to toss my underwear at his feet or just fall back with my legs in the air.

I'm in love with an idiot." The dog turned his head to the side. "Just wait until he figures out I shut him out of his slut hut.

It's not good to stare too long at the Mire. It might look back.

Grendel waved his tail. Whatever horrors happened in his canine life, Grendel always bounced back with easy enthusiasm whenever some food made an appearance. A treat, a blanket in a nice warm house, an occasional pat on the head, and Grendel would be as happy as he could be. If only people were so easy.

I finally got my knight in shining armor. Too bad he was a teenage werewolf

Males and farts. Any species, any planet, didn't matter. We

I'm trying to learn more about you." She spread her arms. "What you see is what you get." His eyes sparked with green. "Is that a promise?

I wasn't even that lovable to begin with. I was a selfish ass, but somehow something I did made this man love me, deeply and without reservations. He knew things about me that I would die to keep secret. I trusted him more than I trusted anyone in my life. I mattered to him. He was suffering and I wanted it to stop. I wanted to see him happy. I loved him so much.

Adapt or die," Helen said. "It's impossible to stop change," Maud said. "It's the nature of life. Those who refuse to adapt will eventually die out. But before they do, they will get nasty. They might even hate you.

I know human nature. We might sacrifice a few, because we are stupid and hardwired for group survival. But we would never die in the thousands because a god wished it. Those kinds of numbers require material gains, like power, wealth, territory.

I sniffed. "What?" "The fragrance of a genuine compliment from Mad Rogan. So rare and sweet.

You destroyed five million dollars' worth of luxury cars. Yes, but none of them are wearing human heads as hood ornaments.

He opens his mouth and I want to kill him. I've actually had fantasies of ripping of his head Savannah. The older witch looked at her a long moment. What? Don't do it in front of his Dogs. Hopefully, I won't do it at all. If things get too bad, I'll divorce him.

Elara reached over, picked up a folder from her desk, and held it in front of her so only her eyes were visible. What are you doing? Waiting for your head to explode. I don't want to miss it, but I don't want to be splattered with gore.

The porch light came on and Aunt B swung the door open. Middle-aged and stout, with graying hair rolled into a bun, she looked like she should be baking cookies, not ruling a brood of social deviants with a penchant for hysterical laughter and kinky sex.

Rose pushed on his chest with her hand. "If you let go of me now, I'm going to chalk your mauling of me up to temporary insanity." He kissed her again, lightly brushing her lips. "Declan!" His grass green eyes laughed at her. "I wanted you to be sure that I wasn't temporarily insane.

Vampire worldview, condensed into three sentences: If it's not food or a pet, kill it, because it might be poisonous.

Look what the cat dragged in." He was playing to the audience. Never good. "Is he talking to me or you?" Curran asked. His voice was deceptively light. "I don't know," I said. "But I'm sure he'll get around to telling us.

Kate Daniels and her deadly attack poodle. Kill me, somebody. Julie, my adopted niece, would have a field day with this.

Okay, tough guy. Let's see what you've got.

Caldenia smiled. A Quillonian chef, my dear you shouldn't have. Well you should have months ago, but one mustn't be petty. Finally. I shall be dining in a style to which I am suited. Fantastic. Does he have moral scruples I am reasonably sure this summit will result in at least one murder, and I have never tasted an otrokar.