Quote

If you come back to me, I'll never leave you, I whispered into the furry ear. I'll make you all the pies you could ever eat.

Ilona Andrews

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Ilona Andrews
Leave
Back
Ever
Come
Pies
Make
Furry
Never
Pie
Whispered
Ears

More quotes by Ilona Andrews

Image
He bared his teeth in a happy feral grin. My own personal psycho.
Ilona Andrews
Image
Andrea raised her hand. “This is the hand that slapped Aunt B.” “Maybe you should have it gold-plated.” “Here, you can touch it, since you’re my best friend.
Ilona Andrews
Image
Curran and I mixed about as well as glycerin and nitric acid: put us together, shake a bit, and hit the deck as we exploded.
Ilona Andrews
Image
You know, she said, stirring her tea, the fastest way to get him off your back is to sleep with him. And tell him you love him. Preferably while in bed. I smirked and the tea almost came out of my nose. He'd run like he was on fire.
Ilona Andrews
Image
Did I hurt you in the parking lot? No, m'lady. I fell, so I could put a tracker on your car. Great.
Ilona Andrews
Image
I flexed my wrist, popped a silver needle into my palm, and offered it to him. 'What's this?' 'A needle.' 'What should I do with it?' He'd walked right into it. Too easy. 'Please use it to pop your head. It's obscuring my view of the room.' - Kate & Saiman
Ilona Andrews
Image
One day I'll kill him, you know. I glanced at her. She was deadly serious.
Ilona Andrews
Image
« Barabas pulled Christopher out of the cage. The man stared up at him. “I died, didn’t I? Are you an angel?” “Sure,” Barabas said. “Follow me to the Heavenly Shower »
Ilona Andrews
Image
Voshak's hair, a pale blond braid, which he bleached, was his trademark. It made him memorable. That's how the slavers operated. They adopted costumes and personas, trying to make themselves larger-than-life and hoping to inspire fear. They counted on that fear. One could fight a man, but nobody could fight a nightmare.
Ilona Andrews
Image
We were screwed and he didn't even kiss us first.
Ilona Andrews
Image
You sure you don't need your Prince Charming to come and save you? The knot in my stomach evaporated. My Prince Charming huh. Sure, do you have one handy?
Ilona Andrews
Image
On the plus side, if he ever had to fight through a roomful of adolescent girls, he only needed to blink (his velvet brown eyes framed in embarassingly long lashes) a few times, and they would all faint.
Ilona Andrews
Image
My ego doesn't need soothing. I don't want him soothing anything of mine, including you.
Ilona Andrews
Image
I'm secure enough in myself to wear panties with bows on them. Besides, they are comfy and soft. I bet. He almost purred. I gulped.
Ilona Andrews
Image
Outside the windows the day was bright: golden sunshine, blue sky, pleasant wind . . . I wanted to punch the happy day in the face, grab it by the hair, and beat it until it told me what the hell it was so happy about.
Ilona Andrews
Image
Your favorite volhv showed up half an hour ago, complaining about his lack of sleep and stupid gods. He says he brought his Batman belt.
Ilona Andrews
Image
Crazy Curran ranked right up there with monsoons, tornadoes, earthquakes, and other natural disasters.
Ilona Andrews
Image
What kind of woman greets the Beast Lord with 'here, kitty, kitty'?
Ilona Andrews
Image
Roland had sworn off children—they kept trying to kill him.
Ilona Andrews
Image
Do you have spies in Clan Heavy?” “I have spies everywhere.” I looked at Andrea, who was hoarding bacon on her plate. “She had tea with Mahon’s wife.” Andrea said. Aunt B looked at her. “You and I need to work on your air of mystery.
Ilona Andrews