Quotes from Ilona Andrews

Are you playing a tiny violin?" he asked. "Yep. The name of the song is 'My Heart Bleeds for You.'" He grimaced. "You're an annoying little fly, aren't you?

Do you want the real answer or the one you're comfortable with?" "I'll take the truth.

But I've forgiven Hugh, because if I don't forgive him, there is no hope for forgiveness for someone like me.

IWALKED INTO my house to see the knight and the wizard sitting in my kitchen, drinking coffee. If you added in Julie's thieving skills and my sword, we almost had an adventuring party. "It's too bad we're missing a cleric," I said.

I am a polite, nonthreatening kind of dragon with excellent manners. Horns are hidden, tail is tucked away, fangs covered. I would never do anything cruel, like stab a man with a knife about ten times to get him to answer a question. Somehow

that's why we don't poke random shit we find in the woods with a stick

Kate, I'm afraid the sword has to stay." "No." "Weapons are forbidden everywhere but the Pit level. You won't get through the door." Shit. I sighed and put Slayer between the front seats. "Stay here. Guard the car." Saiman shut the door. "Is the sword sentient?" "No. But I like to pretend it is.

I like everybody," I told her. I thought I'd get her to laugh, but she just looked at me.

her scent made him want to whine like a puppy because he had to stay away.

We'll have to force a confrontation. How terrible." She rolled her eyes.

There was more to it than that—my mother's face had feminine gentleness. Mine didn't, at least not when compared to hers. If we were to stand side by side in a room full of people, I wouldn't get a single glance. And if someone had stopped to chat me up, she could've stolen him with a single smile. Pretty . . . Yeah. Nice understatement, Dad. On the other hand, if the same people had to pick one of us to kick a bad guy in the kneecap, I'd get the vote, no problem.

Take me off your calling list, or I will find you and make you regret it.

People lie for many reasons: to save themselves, to get out of trouble, to avoid hurting someone's feelings. Manipulators lie to get what they want. Narcissists lie to make themselves seem grand to others and themselves. Recovering alcoholics lie to safeguard their tattered reputations. And those who love us most lie to us most of all, because life is a bumpy ride and they want to smooth it out as much as possible. John

I didn't know you were in the plumbing repair business. I'm in the good son business. I couldn't leave my mother in the house with no running water.

You have to let your people take pride in a job well accomplished and recognize them for it. You will get better results.

Yes, I'm sure, Augustine," Mad Rogan said into the phone. "He didn't caress my cheek softly with his calloused fingers, but I saw a male hand.

The moment you looked into his gray irises, you knew he would tolerate no challenge to his authority, and if his eyes turned gold, you knew you were going to die. In a fit of cosmic irony, he had fallen in love with me. I challenged his authority on a weekly basis.

Your pajamas have Eeyore on them." "I like Eeyore. He's sensible. A sober outlook on life never hurt anyone.

Cat got your tongue, Nevada?

You know what? No: if he ever fell in love, it wouldn't be great romantic devotion. It would be an exercise in frustration and lust, and at the end of it his significant other would strangle him.

The endars were peaceful creatures. The green fur wasn't fur at all; it was moss that grew from their skin. They lived underneath old oaks, rooted to the big trees in a state of quiet hibernation, absorbing their nutrients and making rare excursions to the surface to lick the bark and feed on lichens. They stirred from their rest so rarely that pagan Slavs thought they fed on air.

The shirt molded to his shoulders and chest. His biceps stretched the sleeves. He looked strong, and rugged, and rough around the edges. He needed an ax or something, so he could casually swing it while he walked. I tilted my head and just watched.

Does ice float?

The point is, teleportation is a difficult thing that takes a crap ton of mystic. Is 'crap ton' a technical term? Derek asked. Smartass. Yes, I growled.