Quotes from Ilona Andrews

What the hell did this Curran do to you? Killed your master, stole your girl, burned down your castle? What?

It was one thing to be attracted to bad boys, something I usually didn't suffer from. It was another to be attracted to bad men. Mad Rogan was a really bad, bad man. If he wanted something, he bought it, or persuaded you to give it to him, or just simply took it. I had to make sure he didn't want me. Because if he decided he did, it would be on his terms, and I wouldn't like it. No, I would like it, which was even worse.

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. 

Surprise slapped her face. She turned it into cold arrogance. "Worried about my survival?" "Don't want to miss an opportunity to use you as a body shield.

I opened the door and saw a huge slimy pile of dog puke cooling in the middle of my hallway carpet. The attack poodle sat nearby, an expression of perfect innocence on his narrow mug. I pointed at the puke. "That was a dick move." The attack poodle wagged his tail.

The creatures are dangerous," he said. "And you're a very stubborn woman. You might decide to get yourself killed just to spite me.

Cuddles gave him her "kicking" eye. If she wasn't tied at the nose of the boat, she would've wandered over toward the cabin and stomped on his injured foot a few times for funsies.

She sighed. "Come on, then, wife. Put on a happy face." "Ugh." She reached over and slid her fingers into the crook of his elbow. "Good God, control yourself, woman. We're in public. At least wait until we're in the bedroom." "Your corpse will grow lovely goldenseal." He laughed again and walked her down to the smithy.

It's all fun and games until the drunk Viking Santa shows up.

Congratulations, love. You traded up. Does he treat you well?' 'He's a teddy bear,' I said. Teddy Bear looked like he was suffering from murder withdrawal.

Being a blueblood isn't just knowing the rules. It's knowing the precisely correct thing to do in every situation, then doing it with unshakable entitlement.

You have a strange look on your face," he said. "I just realized I shouldn't be in the same vehicle with you. In fact, I shouldn't have called you in the first place, so I'm trying very hard to rewind time.

But why is it so . . . aesthetically lacking?" "It's tradition. The uglier the bridesmaid's dress, the better the bride looks. Also, it's a great distraction. Everyone who witnessed me leaving will remember this monstrosity and little else.

Apparently my function was to keep a human expression on Rogan's face. Good to know. And here I thought I was spearheading an investigation. How silly of me.

It's your job to apprehend criminals?" "Only some. You have to do something remarkable to gain my attention.

What about the Pack?" His upper lip trembled, betraying the edge of his teeth. "Fuck the Pack. I gave them fifteen years of my life. I fought for them, bled for them, and the moment my back was turned, they attacked my wife. I owe them nothing." Curran reached over and covered my fingers with his hand. "I'm serious. Say the word right now and we're gone.

Sentient beings are spectacular liars. We are gifted with an unparalleled ability to deny things that make our life unpleasant. We even pretend death isn't a certainty, because contemplating our own mortality drives us mad.

How are you not afraid? Oh I was, I was mortally afraid of being caught by your entire family while having sex in the pool.

Are you sure that I'll be enough? These places can get pretty rough. You walk into a cake shop and then some gunslinger tells you, 'You ain't from around here, partner,' and the next thing you know, you're in the middle of the street, your horse is dead, the bad guy's got your girl by her hair, and you're down to one bullet." "What is going on in your head?" "It's a dark, lawless place, Catalina. So dark.

Kdybych nazvala rytíÃ…â"¢e Ochránce zkurvysynem v jeho vlastní kanceláÃ…â"¢i, neobeÅ¡lo by se to bez následk?.

Why? Is the sight of my legs disturbing you, Derek?

As we walked back to the scar, I turned to him. "You should give up and let your mane grow out." "Mm-hm. And then we can stay up late, and you can braid it, and put ribbons in it . . ." "Don't you want to show off your pretty hair, Goldilocks?" "I'll show you hair." I raised my eyebrow. "Is that supposed to be some kind of threat?" "Wait and you'll find out.

Even if we were mated, I have my own name and I made my own rep. I don't think the term 'mate' should trump everything I've done. I've earned more than that." Jim

Ghastek stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, sipping coffee from a white mug that read, Graveyard Shift: We do it in the dark.