1,024 Quotes by Ilona Andrews

Did you run any of this by Curran?” “I told him I was about to do something idiotic and dangerous, and he told me to go ahead and let him know if he could help in any way.” “I don’t understand your relationship.

Four shapeshifters are missing, the office smells like blood, you see some weird woman in a transparent gown who clearly shouldn't be in the building, and you run after her?""It's my job to run after her.""Without backup?""I am the backup.

You need to neuter him. Otherwise he’ll spray all over the house. The stench is awful. And when he isn’t out catting around, little female cats in heat will show up and wail under the windows.”Kill me, please. “He is a nice cat. He’s not like that.”“It’s instinct, Dali. Before you know it, you’ll be running a feline whorehouse.

I turned to leave and paused before the gap in the ruined wall. "One last thing, Your Majesty. I'd like a name I can put into my report, something shorter than typing out 'The Leader of the Southern Shapechanger Faction.' What should I call you?""Lord."I rolled my eyes.He shrugged. "It's short.

Very well." He sat cross-legged on the floor of the cage. "You haven't run off so you want to talk. I will hear your explanation now.""Really, Your Majesty? So good of you to condescend. I'll try to use small words and go slow.""You're wasting my time. I know Jim betrayed me and you're covering for him. This is your chance to dazzle me wih your brillance or baffle me with your bullshit. You won't get another. When I get out, I won't be in the mood to listen.

Should I bring my own chains this time? Or do you have bigger plans, and this is some sort of freaky murder foreplay?

She looked at Mad Rogan. "What did you do?"Mad Rogan opened his mouth.She turned to me. "What did he do?""He got hit by a car," I said.The woman turned to me. "What kind of car was it?""An armored Escalade," I said."Well, at least it was a nice car." She turned to Mad Rogan. "Who would want to ruin their nice car by hitting you with it?

The diamonds were lab made. Arrosa had insisted on the real thing, but I refused. Nobody had died digging my earrings out of the ground, and that mattered to me more than what Houston’s elite would think.

Any landing you could walk away from was a good landing.