I trusted her about as far as I could throw her. I was strong and she was small, but it still wasn't very far.
Ilona AndrewsHe strained to say something else. I leaned toward him. He focused on me. โRape,โ he promised. โMany, many times. Until you bleed . . .โ โIโm so flattered.
Ilona AndrewsAny messages for me?" Usually I got one or two, but mostly people who wanted my help preferred to talk in person. "Yes. Hold on." She pulled out a handful of pink tickets and recited from memory, without checking the paper. "Seven forty-two a.m., Mr. Gasparian: I curse you. I curse your arms so they wither and die and fall off your body. I curse your eyeballs to explode. I curse your feet to swell until blue. I curse your spine to crack. I curse you. I curse you. I curse you.
Ilona Andrews