Quotes About Ilona Andrews

Curran never does anything without a reason," he said. "I was told you'd met him. Perhaps you indirectly challenged him at that meeting." Indirectly? I had challenged him deliberately.

Cajun stomp? You heard me, swamper. And keep your hands to yourself.

My ego doesn't need soothing. I don't want him soothing anything of mine, including you.

Does it involve breaking and entering?" A little smile stretched Raphael's lips. "I see His Majesty made a move. Has he asked you to make him dinner yet?" I growled. "This isn't about me and Curran.

Curran, please don't bite his head off." "Why?" "Because it's illegal. Technically you assaulted him first when you threw him across the lawn." "I didn't throw him very far." I rolled my eyes. "I could've thrown him straight up and let him land on the pavement." "That would also be illegal." "You keep bringing this 'illegal' thing up as if it means something to me.

I wasn't moaning your name. I was shrieking in alarm." "That was the sexiest throaty shrieking I've ever heard.

Do men often tell you you're enchanting? No. Men often tell me I hit very hard. Hint, hint.

Come to dinner with me tonight and I'll consider it." Yes! "No. I don't negotiate with terrorists.

I gave him a smile. I was aiming for sweet, but he turned a shade paler and scooted a bit farther from me. Note to self: work more on sweet and less on psycho-killer. "Since

I sniffed. "What?" "The fragrance of a genuine compliment from Mad Rogan. So rare and sweet.

He smiled at me, turning into the old Sean Evans. The transformation was so sudden, I blinked to make sure I didn't imagine it. "Because you're a carebear.

I pointed at Ascanio. "Not another word. Latin is a dead language, but that doesn't mean you get to molest its corpse. Finish sweeping, ianitor.

What kind of a woman greets the Beast Lord with 'here, kitty, kitty'?" he asked.

Teddy bear looked like he was suffering from murder withdrawal.

It's all fun and games until the drunk Viking Santa shows up.

Congratulations, love. You traded up. Does he treat you well?' 'He's a teddy bear,' I said. Teddy Bear looked like he was suffering from murder withdrawal.

Ghastek stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, sipping coffee from a white mug that read, Graveyard Shift: We do it in the dark.

I smiled. Curran and I had agreed to maintain a low profile after moving. Think normal suburban thoughts. How hard could this be, right?

Two pairs of eyes blinked at her from angelic faces: Georgie's blue and Jack's amber. Hooligans, both of them.

Let me see if I have this straight. You killed your children and piloted their undead bodies? Yes. Does that shock you? No. You're a psychopath What does that mean? I got up and brought her a dictionary. She read the definition. That sums it up well.

Next to me Arabella, wearing the same outfit I did, pursed her lips together and took a selfie. Ugh.

I'm going to name him Olasard, after he who hunts the evildoers and rips out their souls." The Ripper of Souls gave me a befuddled look.

It's not that I'm that evil, really. I'm just beloved by evil things.

Your pajamas have Eeyore on them." "I like Eeyore. He's sensible. A sober outlook on life never hurt anyone.