No, he just needs a moment," Curran said. "Young bouda males. Easily excitable. — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
“I looked at Curran. “You killed an animal god and then you ate him?” “Maybe,” Curran said. “What do you mean maybe?” — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
“Different eras—like us. John Philpot Curran, Irish judge and orator?” She just stared at him. “I’m paraphrasing,” Reeder said, “but in essence,… — Max Allan Collins Copy Share Image
Enough," Curran said. An unmistakable command saturated his voice. Jim clicked his mouth shut. I crossed my arms. "I'm sorry, is this… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
“No, it's human, Curran said. That's the problem. People, especially unhappy people, want a cause. They want something to belong to, to… — ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
“Please relay my greetings to the Beast Lord," I said. "I appreciate his willingness to alter his extremely busy schedule and make… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
“Don't worry, he's coming with me to investigate things." "In the city?" Jim asked. "Yes." "That's a great idea. You both should… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
“You're going to take him on by yourself?" Curran's voice asked at my side. He sounded amused. "If I wait any longer,… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
