He gave an impression of coiled power, a contained violence that if released, would explode with terrifying intensity.
Ilona AndrewsCurran struck at my wrist. His fingers were cat-quick, but I had spent my life honing my reflexes, and he missed. โWell, look at that.โ I studied my free wrist. โDenied. Good-bye
Ilona AndrewsI wondered if kicking him in the head would make the whole explanation pop out of his mouth in one chunk.
Ilona AndrewsBarabas placed a stack on the table and held the chair out for me. โFor you.โ โIโm hungry and I donโt have time for this.โ Barabasโs eyes held no mercy. โMake time, Alpha. You have two hands. You can eat and sign simultaneously.โ Curran grinned. โEnjoying my suffering?โ I asked. โI find it hilarious that youโll run into a gunfight with nothing but your sword, but paperwork makes you panic.โ Barabas put a thicker stack in front of him. โThis is yours, mโlord.โ Curran swore.
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