We have to get the Diamond. And Cesare’s head.” They looked at me. “Why the head?” Doolittle asked. “Because it’s easy to… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
I don't trust tragedies much. It's easy to make a person sad by showing him something tragic. We all recognize when sad… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
Just once I want it to be easy and neat. But no, there is never a good decision. I pick what I… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
I flexed my wrist, popped a silver needle into my palm, and offered it to him. 'What's this?' 'A needle.' 'What should… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
Peope, especially unhappy people, want a cause. They want something to belong to, to be a part of something great and bigger,… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
There was something very comforting about him, and I was not sure if it was his easy manner or his complete immunity… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
“Did he kill Grandmother?” I whispered. “Don’t be ridiculous,” Erra’s voice said in my ear. “She is already dead. Besides, your grandmother was the… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
The only way to make sure that the Hand didn't get to you would have been to kill your brother. I could've done it,… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
“He hit her with his best smile. Her eyes widened. She took a deep breath. 'Oh no, not that seductive face. I'm overcome with… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
“Because he doesn’t want me talking to my grandmother.” Barabas looked at Curran. Curran shrugged. “It’s a family thing. Sometimes your father puts your… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
I had forgotten that talking to you is like trying to pet a cactus." Saiman said dryly. "Thank you for reminding me." "Always happy… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
« He squeezed his hands into fists. I picked up a grapefruit-sized rock and handed it to him. It went flying. Home run, Beast… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
“He came for me. I couldn’t believe it. He came for me . Into a flying palace full of thousands of armed rakshasas in… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
Saiman picked up a coffee mug, stared at it, and hurled it against the wall. It shattered into a dozen pieces. We looked at… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
“Slowly the reality of the situation sank in. He got his ass kicked, learned nothing, and got saved by a dumb dog and an… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
“I paused with the pen in my hand. "He burst into flames?" "He became engulfed in fire." "Was his buddy made out of orange… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
“He hung his head. “Am I punished?” “Yes. I’m too mad to punish you right now. We’ll talk about it when we get home.… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
The pervert." "He prefers to think of himself as sexual deviant." "Semantics. — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
