Quotes from Ilona Andrews

Then get strong. Learn to be bad enough so others don't have to die to keep you safe.

I WALKED 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. They both looked at me like I had grown a second head.

People, especially unhappy people, want a cause. They want something to belong to, to be a part of something great and bigger, and to be led. It's easy to be a cog in a machine: you don't have to think, you have no responsibility. You're just following orders. Doing as you're told.

You did more than anyone could ask. You bought more than enough time for Cornelius to deploy his iron pan and for Rynda to escape.

According to Maimonides, one should always walk the King's Road, staying away from the extremes, neither surrendering completely to one's emotions nor rejecting them entirely.

While there I had picked up a few vital crumbs of information, and I knew the first twenty-four hours of any investigation were crucial. The more time passed, the colder the trail grew. In a missing person case, that meant the chances of finding that missing person alive dropped by the hour. The first twenty-four had come and gone. The first forty-eight were waving good-bye from the window of the "you suck at your job" train.

He never stopped being the Beast Lord. He was the man who could dominate thousands of shapeshifters with a single look, and he was also the man who stayed up all night with a child who'd eaten some poisonous herbs in the forest and spent twenty-four hours throwing them up. One couldn't be separated from another. They were all aspects of Curran, and I loved all of him.

Rogan gave him a flat stare. Lesser men would've fled for their life, but Augustine was clearly made of sterner stuff.

Christopher was right. We looked at the past with rose-colored glasses.

He pulled me like a magnet. Every female instinct I had went into overdrive.

It's a cutting," I repeated. "There is no root." Tony swore. "It's a fucking inn, not an African violet.

He owned their souls. They thought he was God. "When

Now that the first impact of his impossible face had worn off, she saw a network of small scars near his left eye. He was real, all right. He bled and scarred just like the rest, and that meant he wouldn't find bullets in his chest amusing.

In a country ruled by a civil majority even the smallest minority enjoys greater protection than a majority living in a country where power is hoarded by select few," Cornelius said.

Azdaha were no joke. ... Not much is known about this dragon [the aforementioned Gandarw], except that he apparently had yellow heels. I wonder why that was such an important detail. I mean if I were describing Godzilla, the color of his heels wouldn't be the first thing I would mention.

Unfortunately, no matter how well you hide, sooner or later your big secret will bite you in the behind, and you might find yourself standing on a telephone pole, not sure why or how you got there, while the neighborhood pretends not to hear your piercing screeches.

Hugh kept circling us. A small smile curved his lips. He looked like a man who was enjoying himself. Snow, sunshine, brisk air, a fast horse . . . and impending slaughter. All the things a growing boy needs.

Nevada would lose her mind when I told her.

I like problem solving. I like taking a crisis, breaking it into manageable pieces, and finding a solution. I don't like the minutiae. I don't like paperwork." "You

Uh-oh. In all the time I'd interacted with Ghastek, he never swore. Ever. The "premier" Master of the Dead was about to throw a tantrum. I braced myself. "He comes into the city, he throws away my people, he orders me around like I'm his servant, and now this? How dare he!" I sighed. "How dare he!" came out. Could "Does he know who I am?" be far behind.

Leon speared his strawberry with a fork. "I, for one, welcome our new Mad Rogan Overlord. I'm eager to learn and prove to be a valuable member of his team." "Shut up," Catalina, Bernard, and Arabella said at the same time.

Hey," I told him. "What's going on?" "Paul's nephew has been kidnapped by a local gang. About 50 people. I'm going to get him back." Curran grinned at me. "Will you be home in time for dinner?

The top bag popped, and a metric ton of old lasagna spilled onto my pants. The stench of soured spaghetti sauce washed over me. Ew. Of all the trash from this whole giant building, I had to step on a bag from the food court. Damn it.

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.