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.
Do you know what separates adults from children? Self-discipline. We don’t want to go to work, we don’t want to do our chores, and we don’t want to make unpleasant decisions, but we do all those things because we’re aware of the consequences which will follow if we don’t.
Ask a man how much a dollar is worth, and he'll tell you, 'Almost nothing. ' Try to take a dollar away from him, and you'll get yourself a fight.
Butterflies were small and light, and very magic sensitive. For some reason I made them feel safe and they gravitated to me like iron shavings to a magnet. They ruined my ferocious badass image, but you'd have to be a complete beast to swat butterflies.
Failure happened. The trick was to accept the risk and try anyway.
Big bad merc, down with a basic hip toss. In your place I'd be blushing.
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.
Whatever storm was brewing, I'd find it and fight it. If it was the price of being with Curran, then I would pay it. He was worth it.
I did deranged quite well, when the occasion called for it.
I could have fixed almost everything else, but death defeated me every time.
Now was not a good time, but we didn't often get to chose the time to repay our debts.
Our stares connected and we were quiet for a long minute, united by our misery. At least he understood me and I understood him. "A fine pair we make,” he said. "Yeah.
In diplomacy, like in great many other things, the rules of engagement survive only until one remarkable person decides to break them.
It became known that I had a rather fertile imagination, when it came to private activities. " She stared. "What sort of private activities?" This time he did smile, and it turned his face wicked. "Disrobe, and I'll be happy to demonstrate.
I'm counting to ten in my head. " "Is it helping?" "No. " "It doesn't help me with you either. I used to life weights to alleviate frustration, but someone blowtorched my weight bench. How did you do it, by the way?" "I could tell you but then I'd have to kill you.
The Beast Lord walked out of the warehouse. The screen went dark. My knight in furry armor. Saiman opened his mouth. "This is why I didn't. Personally, I think your smile is inappropriate.
If the lot of you survives, Curran will fray the skin off your backs,' Doolittle said. 'That's what I always love about you, Doctor. ' Raphael grinned. 'You're a cup-halfway-full kind of guy. All flowers and sunshine.
In the whole world, there was no better place than being wrapped in him.
Some men were handsome. Some were powerful. Curran was. . . dangerous.
The universe shrank to Curran and his pain. I had to break him free. Nothing else mattered.
You replaced me with a shaved poodle?” “He’s got mad skills. ” Derek’s eyebrows crept up. “He can vomit and urinate at the same time and he doesn’t make fun of my car.