Quotes About Ilona Andrews

It's a party house. I hope for your sake it's a very tame party. If he brought me to some sort of sex orgy, he would fly right through one of those pretty windows, headfirst.

Every handsome man had a flaw. It was just her luck that in William's case that flaw was lunacy.

She's your Herald," Derek said. "That's your color. Blue for humanity." My what? He made a big show of moving a few feet to the side. I looked at him. "In case your head explodes," he said helpfully.

The dark scary servant of all evil was on his way to rescue me. Somehow that thought failed to make me warm and fuzzy.

I'm going to shoot him," I squeezed through my teeth. "No, that would be murder," Grandma Frida told me, her voice soothing. "You've had a long day. Let's put your magic away. You know what you need? A nice cup of chamomile tea and a tranquilizer . . ." I

Are you going to help me or just make fun of me? Can't I do both?

Is he a scumbag in training?" Richard glanced at the gunman. "At least have the decency to hold the gun properly, you fool. If you don't know how, pass it to someone who does. I'm not going to suffer being shot at by anything less than a full- fledged lowlife. (Richard)

I'd give him a cup of coffee and a big helping of a knuckle sandwich. Generosity was a virtue and I was in the mood to be extremely virtuous.

Andrea raised her eyebrows. Look at you, all high-speed. Yeah, you'd think I was a detective or something. Andrea held her hand out. You'll jinx it.

He snarled. I showed him my teeth. A rolled-up newspaper landed on my head and then on Jim's. "None of that in my house!" Oh my gods. The alpha of Clan Cat just got smacked with a rolled-up newspaper.

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

Do you know the runes on your sword are nonsense?" "Yes, but they look mysterious.

Great, now I've turned into a manga character who repeated everything everyone said.

It's a very special couch," I told her. "Mad Rogan once fell asleep on it. We're thinking of having it gold-plated and donated to a museum . . .

My future chef was an oversized, hysterical hedgehog with a martyr complex.

Did you know Draziri taste like chicken?" I asked. Sean glanced at me, as if not sure if I was okay. "I had no idea." "Orro told me," I told him. "We're besieged by murderous poultry.

I really would like to know," he said with genuine curiosity. "The next time I kill someone, I'd like to do it in a way that doesn't freak you out." "How about you don't kill anybody for a little bit?" "I can't make that promise.

Well, shit, Dobe said. I guess you're familiar with the law. You hit it over the head, set its house on fire, and got its sister pregnant.

He gave me a feral grin. "Like what you see, dove?" "Nope." I hadn't had sex in eighteen months. Pardon me while I struggle with my hormone overload.

She surveyed the carnage behind him. Did you have fun? He showed her his teeth. Yes.

I will devour you. I will lick your bones clean and crush them between my teeth. I will suck the marrow…" "That's nice," Kate said. "The shield.

Prime or no Prime, five-year-old girls were scary. I babysat my sisters when they were that age. It still gave me nightmares.

I so didn't need another outbreak of Rogan fever.

Arland hit me with another smile. Vampire smiles should really be outlawed.