Quotes About Curran

Some men were handsome. Some were powerful. Curran was...dangerous.

Curran looked at me. "What the hell was I supposed to do, catch the werebison as he was falling?

He groaned and I saw his face. Curran! I would've preferred a homicidal lunatic. Oh, wait...

Too much excitement, Your Majesty?" I asked. "He was standing too close." "He was asking about Andrea." "Too close. I didn't like it." Curran wrapped his arm around my shoulders and started walking, steering me away from the group. His Possessive Majesty in all of his glory.

You want to get married? I'll marry you right now. Is the gnome a preacher, because I'll do it. That's a hell of a proposal. What did he say? Astamur asked. He wants me to marry him. Astamur relayed it. Atsany waved his pipe and Astamur translated back. Ha! What? Curran Snarled. Atsany says you're not ready for marriage. You don't have the right temperament for it. Curran struggled with that for a second Let me know if your head's going to explode, so I can duck.

The phone rang. I picked it up. Kate Daniels It's me, Curran said. I— I hung up.

You're the most experienced investigator I've got who's not tied up in something, and I can't ask the Consort to look look into it, because A) she and Curran are working on something else and B) when the Consort gets involved, half of the world blows up.

They had picked up Julie's scent hit wolfsbane lost her and found her trail again at the crumbling Highway 23 except it was two hours old and mixed with horse scents. She was hitchhiking. Great. Awesome. At least she always carried a knife with her. When I relayed this to Curran he shrugged and said, If she kills anybody we'll make it go away.

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.

Kate stood by the door with her arms crossed. That was an anti-Curran pose. What the hell was the Beast Lord doing here? I padded to the door. "First, you didn't come home." Curran's voice held zero humor. "Second, I'm told that my mate is lingering in Raphael's house. There can't be any good reason for you to be here." "Are you spying on me, Your Furriness?" Kate asked.

The lion has to stay outside He won't like it The lion shook his mane. I looked at Curran. The lion melted. Skin stretched, bones twisted, and human Curran straightened. He was completely nude. Gloriously nude. Well, Hrefna said. I always wondered why you went all shapeshifter. Explain things.

Do we have a flamethrower?" Curran asked. "No." "We should get a flamethrower.

Please relay my greetings to the Beast Lord, I said. I appreciate his willingness to alter his extremely busy schedule and make and appearance. Curran show no emotion. No gloating, no anger, nothing at all. Jim looked at me, looked at Curran, looked back at me again. Kate says hi, he said finally. I'm ecstatic, Curran said.

Curran growled. Later, babycakes. Babycakes. Asshole. Good hunting, sugar woogums.

What's the deal with the hair?" Curran tore his gaze from the book and grimaced. "Grows every flare. Can't help it. We stared at each other. "Waiting for the Fabio joke," he said.

Die." Why me? "We don't do requests. Try Iowa. I hear they're more accommodating." Hey, Dad, I found a lovely present for this coming Father's Day. Enjoy. The insect pointed a leg at me. "Die." Curran's eyes went gold. His clothes tore, falling in shreds to the street, as the massive meld of human and lion spilled out. "Let's see you try that shit on me.

Bring the ex-Consort to me." "Curran!" I backed away from the railing. "Curran, help!" Laughter exploded in the bedroom. Bastard. •

I don't know any lion hunters, period. And you know what, apple pie worked for me." "I've got news for you, it wasn't your apple pie Curran was interested in.

A roar rumbled in Curran's throat. Barabas sat back a bit. I shuddered. "So scary. Still can't tell you." He opened his mouth. "Lorelei," I said. Curran swore. Barabas

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.

I cited 'Catch-22' as a landmark film and one of my favourites.

I leaned into Barabas's office. "Do you want to come help pick out a suit for Christopher?" "No," Barabas said firmly, tapping a stack of papers against his desk to even it out. "Why?" "Because I don't need to see him in a suit." Curran

Mhm, Kate, the chief of security. Sexy. Who better to guard my body than the woman who owns is?" "Curran, I will punch you." "Rough play." Curran pretended to shiver in excitement

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.