...they tended towards the simple pleasures in life: drinking, whoring and fighting, preferably all three at once.
Ilona AndrewsIt was the kind of sword that would make a lifelong pacifist look for tall boots and a hat with feathers.
Ilona AndrewsIt was the kind of place you went when your earthly troubles became too much for you and you were looking for a creative way to commit suicide.
Ilona AndrewsThe monster licked his lips, long lines of whiskers twitching, and spoke in a deep growl. "Pretty, aren't I?" Curran. In midform. I broke from his gaze. "Adorable.
Ilona AndrewsCongratulations," he said, his voice dry. "You finally managed to find a woman as tragically noble as yourself. I didn't think one existed." "I'm not tragic." Kaldar held up his hand. "Spare me. Some children are born wearing a silk shirt; you were born wrapped in melancholy. When they slapped you to make you cry, you just sighed heavily and a single tear rolled from your eye." He dragged his finger from the corner of his left eye to his cheek. " Your first words were probably 'woe is me.'" "My first words were 'Kaldar, shut up!' because you talked too much. Still do.
Ilona Andrews