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 AndrewsShe put her hand on her hip. "Where are you going?" "To the boat. You called me Lord Bill again. That means we're cool." Cerise slapped her forehead with the heel of her hand and followed him.
Ilona Andrewsยซ Barabas pulled Christopher out of the cage. The man stared up at him. โI died, didnโt I? Are you an angel?โ โSure,โ Barabas said. โFollow me to the Heavenly Shower ยป
Ilona AndrewsWould you like to borrow a pair of my panties to wave around at the next Council meeting to get the point across?โ His eyes flashed. โGot any to spare?โ I couldโve picked somebody rational. But no, I had to fall in love with this arrogant idiot. Come to the Keep with me, be my princess. Mourn me when your crazy dad kills me. Yeah, right.
Ilona Andrews