Quotes from Ilona Andrews

I got my boots out of the closet, put them on, and buckled a belt with a knife on it around my waist under my robe. Baha-char was the place where you went to find things. Sometimes things found you instead and tried to take your money.

We live in Houston, Texas!" Grandma wiped her hands with a rag. "You'd get heat stroke.

I smiled. Curran and I had agreed to maintain a low profile after moving. Think normal suburban thoughts. How hard could this be, right?

We are family. You will always have a place in my house. I won't abandon you... You have people, Julie. You are not alone.

Curran stalked into the room as if he owned it, turned, and crossed his arms on his chest. Biceps bulged, stretching the sleeves of his sweatshirt. If there was any justice in the world, he should've gone bald, lost all his teeth, and developed a terrible skin rash. But no, the bastard looked good. In perfect health.

I don't trust tragedies much. It's easy to make a person sad by showing him something tragic. We all recognize when sad things happen: someone dies, someone loses a loved one, young love is crushed. It's much harder to make a man laugh—what's funny to one person isn't funny to another.

She raised her eyebrows. "Am I sick enough to require your immediate presence?" "You are." "And am I refusing all visitors except my precious nephew because he is the only one I will allow to view me in my sorry state?" Matias nodded. "Exactly." "The shit has hit the fan, I take it?

Curran. You're taking a nap? Come on Kate, I need you for this fight, Stop lying around. You sonovabitch. I rolled to my feet and grabbed my sword. You must think you're funny.

My life was a circus. A circus full of thieves, and stupid shapeshifters, and small children executing evasive maneuvers.

Or a stuffed animal. I would've cuddled with it at night." I sighed heavily. "Oh well. I guess that's never going to happen." Arabella giggled. Grandma pointed the breaker bar at her. "Quiet in the peanut gallery.

Some things you simply accepted, the way you accepted the sunrise or the winter cold. They called it lupine fatalism, but in reality it was plain common sense.

when you make a sequence of wrong choices, eventually you're left with no choice at all.

When one of the security people asked if Rogan had threatened Forsberg, the Scourge of Mexico looked at him for a moment and condescended to explain that he hadn't threatened anyone. He had been moving thru the hallways with a purpose because he had someplace to be and if they had a problem identifying the difference between that and him actually threatening someone, he would be happy to demonstrate. They decided not to question him further after that.

Mercy is defined as kindness or forgiveness given to someone who is within your power to punish. To show mercy means to give up retribution, sometimes at the cost of justice.

You taught me the meaning of loneliness, because when I don't see you, I feel alone. You

Arrogant dickhead!" "Screeching harpy." "Asshole." "Bitch.

Life is trade; we trade our labor for its fruit, we trade hours of study for knowledge, we trade pleasure for pleasure or sometimes for wealth, security, or offspring.

You don't pick the family you're born into. You pick the one you make.

He fixed me with a hard stare. "What do you want?" I blinked. "I'm sorry?" He spoke slowly, carefully shaping the words as if I was slow or hard of hearing. "What do you want for the maps?" I wanted to hit him in the mouth really hard.

And just to be crystal clear," Elara said. "This marriage is in name only." "Sweetheart, you couldn't pay me enough." Pink touched her tan cheeks. "If you betray us, I'll make you suffer." "We haven't even married yet, and I'm suffering already." "We have that in common," she snapped.

No siempre existe un noble propósito. A menudo, hay una razón, la necesidad de salvar a alguien o algo: tu amigo, tu amante, un inocente que no merece resultar herido. A veces es una razón puramente egoísta. Uno puede luchar por fortalecer su cuerpo, por su buen nombre o por su cordura. A veces, es solo un trabajo, pero decidir luchar y hacerlo son dos cosas bien distintas.

William glanced at her. "Does your sister ground you often?" "No. She mostly does this." Georgie rolled his eyes in perfect imitation of her and muttered, "Why me?

Sometimes there is nothing left and all that's anchoring me here is knowing you'll pick a fight with me in the morning.

Perhaps if you were less heavy-handed in your treatment of the guests you claim to honor and protect, your inn would have a higher rating." He did not. Oh yes, yes he did. "Perhaps if you trained the knights under your command to follow simple orders, your House would've reached greater prominence within your empire.