Ilona Andrews is the pen name of Ilona Gordon and Andrew Gordon, an American husband-and-wife duo who write urban fantasy and romantic fiction together.
swore. “Barabas said you might say that. I’m supposed to tell you this. ” Ascanio cleared his throat and produced a remarkably accurate impression of Barabas’s tenor. “Courage, Your Majesty. ” “I will kill him. ” “The Beast Lord or Barabas?” “Both.
Lyc-V is a jealous virus. It exterminates all other invaders with extreme prejudice.
You're problem is, you underestimate me because I'm a woman.
I had forgotten that talking to you is like trying to pet a cactus. " Saiman said dryly. "Thank you for reminding me. " "Always happy to oblige.
Give me a few minutes. ” “You have time. ” He sat in the grass. “Are you just going to sit there and watch me?” “Yes. Watching pretty peasant girls is what we poor little rich boys do best. ” “Peasant?” He shrugged. “You started the name calling.
Who is Hunter Becker?" "Becker the Gory? Lighthouse Keepers? Boston?" "I would've preferred Becker the Easiley Surrendering or Becker the Quite Reasonable, but beyond that his name tells me nothing.
I thought of telling him that if it wasn't for Oklahoman cowboys and Mexican whores having a bit of fun, there would've been no Texans, but that would be counterproductive.
Just stay close to us. If we get in trouble, we'll kill everything.
Crazy Curran ranked right up there with monsoons, tornadoes, earthquakes, and other natural disasters.
A pissy werelion was rather difficult to live with.
Life was too short and ended too suddenly. If you didn't take advantage of what you had today, tomorrow it might be ripped from you.
In death, they all looked the same. This morning they spoke, they breathed, they kissed their loved ones good-bye. And now they lay dead. Gone forever.
When walking into the lair of the dragon after robbing his hoard, the least you could do is hold you head high [. . . ]
Everybody has something, that one thing they must do to feel happy. I think this is yours, and I want you to be happy. You don’t have to do it, but it’s here if you choose to come back to it.
On a scale from one to ten, the Pack was eleven and everything else a one.
Oh no, is it naked time?
Her face looked like it would shatter any second.
Judging by the hard lines of his face and the flat look in his eyes, he'd left the Marines, but the Corps hadn't quite left him.
Some women waited for a night in shining armor. She, apparently, had ended up with a knight in black jeans and leather, who wanted to chase her down and have his evil way with her.
He isn’t so much flirting,” Cerise murmured. “Either he doesn’t like me or he doesn’t know how. ” “Of course he likes you. You’re lovely. He probably just doesn’t get it. Some men have to be hit over the head with it. Her aunt rolled her eyes. “I thought I’d have to draw your uncle Jean a giant sign. That or kidnap him and have my evil way with him, until he got the message.