We have to get the Diamond. And Cesareโs head.โ They looked at me. โWhy the head?โ Doolittle asked. โBecause itโs easy to carry and I can torture it for a long time.โ And I didnโt just say it out loud, did I? I checked their faces. Yep, I did.
Ilona AndrewsYou know what I like about you? You have no sense. You sit here in my house, you can barely hold a spoon, and you're telling me 'no'. You'd pull on Death's whiskers if you could reach them.
Ilona AndrewsThe intruder hesitated, turned, and anchored itself in the corner, where the ceiling met the wall. It sat there, fastened to the paneling by enormous yellow talons, still and silent like a gargoyle in full sunlight. I took a swig from the bottle and set it so I could still see the creatures reflection. Nude and hairless, it didn't carry a single ounce of fat on its lean frame. Its skin stretched so tight over the cords of muscle, it threatened to snap. Like a thin layer of wax melted over an anatomy model. Your friendly neighbourhood Spiderman.
Ilona Andrews