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.
Who is that?” “Your replacement. ” “You replaced me with a shaved poodle?” “He's got mad skills.
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.
Andrea stared at me. "You're not taking me seriously!" "That's probably because you're not excited enough," Derek said. "You should clench your fists like they do in the movies, shake them, and yell, 'This is bigger than any of us! It goes all the way to the top!
Black hair, angelic face, and devil eyes.
Your master plan has holes big enough to drive a truck through.
You sure you don’t want me to stay? I’ll make you coffee and ask you about your day.
Georgie, stop trying to resurrect the shoes. They were never alive in the first place.
He was going to take a dive into this lake. He just didn’t know it. Cerise rose, finding footing in the soft mud. The water came up to just below her breasts and her wet shirt stuck to her body. William’s gaze snagged on her chest. Yep, keep looking, Lord Bill. Keeeeeep looking.
In there?' She nodded. 'You want us to go into the tortoise?' Another nod. 'It's alive. ' Another nod.
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.
I trusted her about as far as I could throw her. I was strong and she was small, but it still wasn't very far.
I have a vamp body for you," Andrea said. "It's in the freezer. " I gave her a nice smile. "You shouldn't have.
He said 'woman' in the same way I'd say 'Mmmm, yummy chocolate.
He lunged for the maps. I grabbed the chair and hit him with it. He went down. I hit him again to make sure he stayed that way, stepped over him, and picked up the maps. "I win.
Congratulations," he said, his voice dry. "You finally managed to find a woman as tragically noble as yourself. I didn't think one existed. " "I'm not tragic. " Kaldar held up his hand. "Spare me. Some children are born wearing a silk shirt; you were born wrapped in melancholy. When they slapped you to make you cry, you just sighed heavily and a single tear rolled from your eye. " He dragged his finger from the corner of his left eye to his cheek. " Your first words were probably 'woe is me. '" "My first words were 'Kaldar, shut up!' because you talked too much. Still do.
I did deranged quite well, when the occasion called for it.
« Barabas pulled Christopher out of the cage. The man stared up at him. “I died, didn’t I? Are you an angel?” “Sure,” Barabas said. “Follow me to the Heavenly Shower »
Every woman should be told she's attractive. Men are seduced by their eyes, women by their ears. " Saiman
Kaldar smiled at her. Now there was a work of art. If she were just a girl and he were just a man, and they met at a party, that smile would've guaranteed him a date. The man was hot. There was no doubt. But right now, all it would get him was a solid punch in those even teeth. Audrey laughed. "Aren't you sweet? Tell me, do girls usually throw their panties at you when you do that?" He grinned wider, and she glimpsed the funny evil spark in his eyes. "Do men throw money when you do your little Southern belle?
Settle down, Princess. It’s not my first time.