Quotes from Ilona Andrews

Nadira stared at him for another long moment. "Why can't anything be simple with you, Matias?" "Because life is complicated." She'd exhaled and waved him off. "Go. Practice. Work on achieving harmony. I need to pray.

Nothing kills a party like an oversized metal hedgehog.

Would you rather be a hero in charge of your own destiny or a martyr wallowing in self-pity? What will it be?

It doesn't matter what you were. It matters what you are now.

She said that there was a unique beauty to the imperfection. No other cup would ever be chipped in quite the same way. It reminded her to pay attention, for every moment could offer an experience that would leave her forever changed.

To exist in peace, we have to sacrifice that violence.

Actually, I would be very grateful for a chance to clean up." Mad Rogan touched his forehead. His fingers came away bloody and stained with soot. Suddenly he looked young and disarming, like one of my cousins when they were in trouble. "And a bite of food if you could spare some." If he laid it on any thicker, he'd be ready to audition for Oliver. My mother couldn't possibly buy this.

We are a family of monsters and he's our child. People will always try to kill him and we will always protect him. He better get used to it

You've avoided the answer because it's painful to contemplate.

But know that there will never be another one like you for me and one like me for you. We both waited years so we could meet.

You can try. Not that you'll get anywhere. If you were in love, that would be one thing, but we both know this is pride talking." Audrey patted his forearm. "It's all right. I won't tell anybody about your shameful failure. I'll keep it completely confidential.

Everybody except for the firebug ran for the staircase. I decided to run too, just so I wouldn't be left out.

Jim. What a lovely surprise." I smiled, aiming for cordial. Mark winced and took off. I caught a glimpse of my smile in the wall mirror. Very little cordiality but lots of homicidal maniac. I dropped the smile before I caused an interagency incident.

Christianity, the most composite of all religions. Why let a rival god, even a small one, die when you can turn him into a demon and rummage through his rites and holidays for the bits you can scavenge to attract his worshippers?

got up and brought her a dictionary. She read the definition. "That sums it up well, yes. The idea of social rules is false at the core. There is only one rule in this world: if you're strong enough to do it, you have the right to do it. Everything else is an artificial defense the majority of the weak set up to shield themselves from the strong. I understand their fear, but it leaves me cold.

Oh no, you don't. Over my dead body. Better yet, over his.

I don't mind being a bit like you. I hope you don't mind being a bit like me.

I'm formally proposing. The first time it didn't take. Kill me, somebody. Curran! Get Up. People are looking at us.

Breath caught in my chest. I realized with absolute clarity that one day I was going to die. One day I would no longer be here. All the things I wanted, all my thoughts, all my worries—all of it would be gone with me, lost forever. There were so many things I wanted to do. So much I still wanted to see. I had to hold on to it. I had to hold on to every short second of life. Every breath was a gift, gone forever to the cold stars the moment

Monachopsis. It means a subtle but nagging feeling of not fitting in and knowing that you don't belong in the place you are.

Of course, with my luck, the Shepherd could be a crazy numismatist just dying for a Kennedy fifty-cent piece. Maybe I could set a trap with a handful of change. Here, Shepherd, here boy, look, I have a Susan B. Anthony dollar, you know you want it.

You don't tell me you are a psycher. You meet me on the bionet and then you let me look for you for days like a complete idiot. You fantasize about me, but you don't let me know. You're terrible at sharing. She had survived over eight hundred combat missions, yet she was terrified to open that door.

Weredingo." Now I'd seen everything. Well, at least he didn't steal my baby.

Spicy tuna tartare in a cone of miso, spring vegetables in a cucumber wrap, and vine-ripened tomatoes with basil and mozzarella.