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.
Not only will you sleep with me, but you will say 'please. '" I stared at him, shocked. The smile widened. "You will say 'please' before and 'thank you' after. " Nervous laughter bubbled up. "You've gone insane. All that peroxide in your hair finally did your brain in, Goldilocks.
Living in your dreams meant bitter disappointment when you woke up.
It’s never a good thing when the black volhv says “Uh-oh” and then runs for his life.
I sighed and put Slayer between the front seats. "Stay here. Guard the car. " Saiman shut the door. "Is the sword sentient?" "No. But I like to pretend it is.
Just once I want it to be easy and neat. But no, there is never a good decision. I pick what I can live with.
If my luck held, it wouldn't be a handsome Greek demigod looking for the love of his life or at least his love of a couple of hours.
A forest," William said, his expression distant. "Where the ground is dry soil and stone. Where tall trees grow and centuries of autumn carpet their roots. Where the wind smells of game and wildflowers. " "Why, that was lovely, Lord Bill. Do you ever write poetry? Something for your blueblood lady?" "No. " "She doesn't like poetry?" "Leave it. " Hehe. "Oh, so you have a lady. How interes--
There are only two things that can screw this up for us: you and me. " "Then we're doomed for sure.
Would you care for something to drink?” “Is it poisoned?” “It’s Saturday,” I said. “We only serve poison during the week.
Now climb, young grasshopper, so your Kung Fu won't be weak.
It was his eyes. When you looked into them, you saw chained violence baring teeth and claws back at you.
In the whole world, there was no better place than being wrapped in him.
When walking into the lair of the dragon after robbing his hoard, the least you could do is hold you head high [. . . ]
So. You refuse my money, you serve me thirty-year-old Highland Park scotch, and we've been in the same room for approximately five minutes, yet none of my bones are broken. This leads me to believe that your back is against the wall and you desperately need me for something. I'm dying to know what that is.
I can't hate people that much. Don't get me wrong. I want to murder every last Keeper I can find. But that's not hate. That's vengeance.
I stopped the blade two inches before it touched Andrea’s neck. Because she was my best friend, and sticking knives into your best friend’s windpipe was generally considered to be a social faux pas.
I was a knight," Andrea said. "I'm not just going to start shooting every dickhead who mouths off to me. " "Just making sure. " "Besides, if I shot him, I'd do it so nobody could trace it back to me. I'd shoot him somewhere remote, his head would explode like a melon, and they would never find his body. He would just vanish.
First rule of bodyguard detail: know where your 'body' is at all times.
Oh my God, she was retarded and I was going to kill Jim.
The Oracle rose. As one, the three witches bowed. "See?" Bran jerked his thumb at the three women. "That's how a woman should treat a man. Next time you see me, I want you to do just like them.