Quotes from Ilona Andrews

Young, dumb, and full of cum.

One does not simply ring Roland.

Faceci i miecz. Mój ojciec mawiaÅ', ?e je?eli umieÅ›ci siÄ™ sprawnego fizycznie faceta w pomieszczeniu, gdzie znajduje siÄ™ miecz oraz manekin do ?wiczeÅ" i zostawi go samego, to obojÄ™tnie, jak pokojowe usposobienie ma ów facet, zawsze podniesie broÅ" i spróbuje d?gn?? manekina. Taka jest ludzka natura.

And he said I wasn't good enough to be his enemy. And I said, 'I'll punch you so hard, you'll swallow your teeth, worm.'" Maud hid a groan. "Where did you hear that?" "Lord Arland.

You look like your house burned down," Rene observed. "Just reflecting on the fact that when the Universe punches you in the teeth, it never just lets you fall down. It kicks you in the ribs a couple of times and dumps mud on your head." "If you're lucky, it's mud.

Helen looked at her from the floor, her big green eyes huge on her face. "He started it." And she finished it. "You weren't wrong," Maud said. "But you weren't wise.

She looked at Mad Rogan. What did you do? Mad Rogan opened his mouth. She turned to me. What did he do? He got hit by a car, I said. The woman turned to me. What kind of car was it? An armored Escalade, I said. Well, at least it was a nice car. She turned to Mad Rogan. Who would want to ruin their nice car by hitting you with it?

Aha, no, I'm not giving you any sexy healing.

Mahon's problem is that he has some very definite ideas about what a man's supposed to be and what a male werebear should be. It sounds great in his head and he gets carried away with it. He isn't shy about sharing his bear wisdom. Then his views collide with reality and they mostly don't survive. At the core Mahon isn't evil. He means well and he wants to be seen as a good person, so when people react badly to the nonsense coming out of his mouth, he gets shocked and has to readjust.

Blood of my blood they might not be, but heart of my heart they will be.

Her life was broken like a mirror and the shards kept cutting her fingers. She was desperate to forget that she was little

Arland had abandoned her the first chance he got. What did you expect? Did you expect he would come and take you by the hand and lead you to a seat at the host table? Yes. The answer was yes. Maud didn't expect it, but she wanted it. Stupid.

Fear is pain. It hurts. I sink into it and use it like a sharpening stone gliding against a sword. It makes me better, more aware. But I can't be scared for too long, or it will wear me out.

from a blueblood noble house. Only the blueblood man was allowed to enter. He sat in their kitchen, an older grizzled warrior with a sword on his waist, and laid it all out. Only bluebloods

The GPS spoke in Darth Vader's voice, informing me that my destination was in 500 feet on the right. Saved by the Sith.

Home, shower, apple pie. Maybe if I said it like a prayer, it would work. The distance between us shrank. Home, shower . . .

Curran shrugged and pulled me back to him. "You don't pick the family you're born into. You pick the one you make. I already chose my mate and glued her ass to the chair to make sure she knew it." He didn't care. The stupid, stupid idiot.

It's a lovely day and we're under siege. People are trying to murder us. Her eyes shone with excitement. Isn't it marvelous?

You like to win." She took a sip from her glass. "And forcing yourself on me would mean you failed in your conquest.

Ramona laughed. It sounded like a promise of murder.

Could you be more smug?" He leaned on his elbow. "Possibly. I see you liked the flowers." I got a sudden urge to set the carnations on fire. "They are gorgeous. It's not their fault you brought them.

Such hubris, Marshal." "I detest false modesty.

Where is your . . . significant other? He's around. He was never too far. Why, are you worried he'll find out about this romantic rendezvous? The vampire froze for a second. What? You're meeting me in secret on a lonely street in the middle of the night . . . Ghastek's voice was so sharp, if it were a knife, I would've been sliced to ribbons. I find your attempts at humor greatly distressing. Hee-hee. I assure you, this is strictly business. Sure it is, sweet cheeks.

I'm going to find whoever put this creature through that torture, and I'm going to kill them slowly. Piece by piece.