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.
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.
If you come, you better come in force because I will kill every single one of you. My hand won't shake, my aim won't falter. My face will be the last thing you'll see before you die. " I jammed my knife into the table and walked out.
Cats randomly refuse to follow orders to prove they can.
Two years? That's entirely too long. If you want, we can take care of that. After two years it's pure therapy.
Oh no, is it naked time?
At the core, our motives are always self-serving, Kate. Altruism is a fog created by sly minds seeking to benefit from the energy and skill of others. Nothing more.
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.
Sure, I didn't weigh a hundred and ten pounds , but my narrow waist let me bend and I could break a man's neck with my kick.
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)
You slept with Curran and you didn’t tell me? I’m your best friend. ” “It didn’t come up. ” “How disappointing for you. ” Ha-ha. “That’s not what I meant.
My ego doesn't need soothing. I don't want him soothing anything of mine, including you.
Was his body made out of orange rocks and did he at any point yell 'It's clobbering time'?" "I find your attempt at levity inappropriate. " "Consider me properly chastised.
Long strands of drool stretched from between his fangs and dripped on the pavement, sending a heady scent of jasmine to swirl through the air. Perfumed monster spit. What was the world coming to?
The Dude just pounded his way in a straight line, convinced that the lion was a figment of his imagination and that the vampire ahead of him was just Grendel's deformed mutant brother.
Please, Kate. Suspend your dislike of me for a few moments and listen to what I have to say. It makes sense. " "I don't dislike you. It's an oversimplification.
Across from me at the next row of supports Jim raised his hand and touched his fingers to his thumb a few times, imitating an opening and closing beak. Negotiate. He wanted me to engage a lunatic who had already turned four people into smoking meat. Okay. I could do that. “Alright, Jeremy!” I yelled into the night. “Give me the salamander and I won’t cut your head off!” Jim put his hand over his face and did some shaking. I thought he was laughing, but I couldn’t be sure.
A pissy werelion was rather difficult to live with.
Curran grinned and my heart made a little jump. I didn’t expect that. “That’s it? That’s your witty comeback?” “Yep. ” Eloquence ’R’ Us. When in trouble, keep it monosyllabic—safer that way.
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.
Ve haf vays of making you gif us your DNA sample.