Quotes from Ilona Andrews

I have no desire to dramatically unsheathe my hair weapons and end up with half of my hair sliced off and a giant bald spot.

Sometimes life just kept punching you in the teeth, no matter how many times you got up.

I sat onto the sofa and almost sank into it. I'd need help getting up. Curran sprawled next to me. "This is nice," he said. "Mm-hm." "We should get one for the living room." "We'd get blood on it.

About fifteen minutes into the drive, Conlan gave up singing the sad song of his people and fell asleep.

Why do you always hang out with weirdos?" "It's her special talent," Curran said. "She attracts us like bees to honey.

In short, we've been targeted by a Draziri crime syndicate specializing in murder and willing to assassinate their own priests." This was just getting better and better. Maud leaned back and laughed. I looked at her. "You don't do anything halfway," she said.

Tony stayed where he was. He looked around him, his nice face oddly serious, and pulled his hood over his head. His broom darkened to black, flowing into a staff, its tip glowing with red. His robe turned the color of blood, spreading like the mantle of some king, moving seemingly on its own, and beneath that robe and inside of his hood was darkness, cold and empty darkness, the kind that lived between the stars.

What is it?" I had dumped, that is delegated, the responsibility for the 2nd Trial, the talent show, onto Gaston and Tony. They should be at the rehearsal now. "One of the talent demonstrations is in poor taste." "What do you mean?" "I personally find it distasteful," he said. What would Gaston find distasteful?

The point of having a castle isn't hiding inside its walls; it's being worthy of it.

Okay," Juke said. "Your horse is a donkey, your poodle is a giant wolf breed, and your boyfriend is whatever the hell he is. You have problems.

When he finds out who I'm going to marry, he'll have an aneurysm. His head will explode. It's good that he's a doctor, maybe he can treat himself.

Is the turtle sick?" I asked to needle them. Maria gave me a look sharp enough to draw blood. "Hold your tongue, evil spawn." There's the old harpy I know. All is right with the world.

Let's review. I came to you, because I wanted to go to the authorities. You demanded that I didn't. I told you it was stupid. I told you things always got out. You dug your heels in." "I don't believe you." "Wait." She held up her hand. "Let me check if I care." Hugh glared at her. "No," she said. "Apparently, I don't. It's good that we got that straightened out.

I want to help her as much as anyone," Bern said, "but my job in this family of Care Bears is to provide logical analysis, so humor me.

Clothes don't have magic powers. They don't mystically protect you from three-inch claws, rapists, or murderers. If someone decides to hurt you, they will do so whether or not you have a thin layer of denim over your skin.

Life changes us. To wish otherwise is pointless.

Because I'm a woman? I asked quietly. Because you will be the only person in the fight who hasn't been trained as a killer. I have seen my mother and my grandmother on the battlefield. Any vampire with half a mind knows better than to stand between a woman and her chosen target. When a man takes up arms, he does so for many reasons. Sometimes to punish, sometimes to intimidate or frighten. But when a woman picks up a weapon, she means to kill. So please do not take this as an insult.

I strive to menace," I said.

I could ask the Pack and the Witches for help, but they would expect some sort of strategy besides "let's all run at Roland's castle and get killed.

Mad Rogan took in the canvas-covered vehicles. His eyebrows rose. "Is that a tank?" "Technically that's a gun on tracks. Mobile field artillery. That's a tank in the corner. His name is Romeo." Mad Rogan shook his head in disbelief.

Death is forever. Death is nothing. But to save a life, that's everything. My mother understood this and now I finally did, too.

It's a reflex. Hear a bell, get food. See an undead, throw a knife. Same thing, really." The

My voice was so bitter I could taste it. "It doesn't matter. I thought you wanted to be with me. You made me want"—I struggled with words—"things I didn't think I would ever get. I thought we had a chance. But it's over now.

Too bad you didn't ask your aunt more questions before you killed her . . .