Quotes from Ilona Andrews

They left my office and I called Rogan. He answered immediately. "Yes?" "We probably won't need to besiege the fort. My sisters will be coming." He didn't answer for a long moment. "What should I plan for?

Victoria leaned forward. "Never trust an altruist. Humans are selfish creatures. The only people who give away money either haven't earned it or are trying to buy prestige or absolution with it. She has prestige. What has she done that she needs to atone so badly?

I hung up. So this is what making a deal with the devil felt like. Too late for regrets now. I sighed and packed an extra clip.

I told him I was about to do something idiotic and dangerous, and he told me to go ahead and let him know if he could help in any way." "I don't understand your relationship." "You don't have to.

Mad shapeshifters ripped into monsters, their eyes crimson with rage. Witches howled, loosing spells and arrows. The air steamed with blood. The clamor of swords, the pain-laced cries of the injured, the screams of shapeshifters, and groans of the dying melded together into an unbearable cacophony. Above it all the merciless sun blazed, bright enough to blister the skin. This was hell and I was it's fury.

And that's why we don't poke random shit we find in the woods with a stick," Keelan said.

This is the part where I should probably do that thing Arland does," Sean said quietly. "Where he announces that he isn't a poet, but a humble awkward soldier, and then composes a sonnet on the spot.

She looked left. She looked right. She looked confused.

They were fodder, but to him they were children, just like he had once been a child. Just like Jack. He had to find Spider. He had to kill him. Child murder had to be punished.

You always come up with such flattering metaphors. The last time we had one of our little talks, you compared me to a cactus.

To drink or not to drink? That was the question. I sipped it. If he'd spiked it, I could still kill him before I passed out.

I guess there wouldn't be any harm in telling it this once," Raphael said.

Your horse has blood on her chin." I turned around, pulled a rag out of my pocket, and wiped the bloody smear off Tulip's face. "There you go. All good." Peyton gave me a suspicious look, and he and Tulip walked off. I loved my horse, but she always was a messy eater.

When you find freaky shit in the scary woods, you don't poke it with a stick. It can explode in your face. What do you do instead?

Desperation is a catalyst that forces us to act," Odalon said. "It summons the last reserves we possess in an effort to extricate us from danger.

You don't cause problems. An unpiloted vampire causes problems. You cause catastrophes.

It's this beautiful thing you can never reach. No matter what you do, you'll never touch it. You can only look and imagine what it would be like to hold it.

Where did you find this charmer ? Linus asked me. In an abandoned mall. He followed me home.

You ask the Consort. The Consort knows everything." "Oh," Hakeem said. Keelan pivoted to me. "Consort, please tell us what this is." "I have no idea.

Put it away. I could do it. I was strong enough. I had Voron to thank for it. I pulled the magic back. All the anger, all the pain, I collapsed it on itself and stuffed it away. It hurt. I took my hand out of Evdokia's fingers and picked up my teacup. Lukewarm tea touched my lips. "It's cold. I think I need a refill." Evdokia looked at me for a long moment. That's right. Barely human, you got it. I had a chance when I was five. Now it was too late.

I'm your best bet to keep Roland from taking over." "Yes." "Young, in need of being taught." Evdokia crossed her arms. "Yes." "Easily manipulated? Emotionally compromised? Are these my best qualities?" Evdokia threw her hands up in exasperation. "I would just like to know the score from the start. So I have no disappointments later.

you think I would be old enough? I'm a grown

Radomil was pretty. There was no other word for it. His hair, a rich golden blond, lay in waves on his head, framing a perfectly symmetrical face. A generous mouth stretched in a happy smile showing white teeth, a touch of stubble on the chin, high cheekbones, and glass-bottle-green eyes, framed in dense, dark blond eyelashes.

I won't let you die, Ramona." His voice was quiet and intimate. Suddenly the cabin shrank, and she was acutely aware that his presence seemed to take up too much of it. He was still looking at her with those warm, sincere eyes she'd never expected to see.