The rabbis paled. Iād managed to terrify holy men. Maybe I could beat up a nun for an encore.
Ilona AndrewsJudging by the hard lines of his face and the flat look in his eyes, he'd left the Marines, but the Corps hadn't quite left him.
Ilona AndrewsHe had the prettiest hair she had ever seen on a man: dark brown, almost black, and soft like sable, it fell down to his shoulders. She wondered what he'd do if she threw some mud in it. Probably kill her.
Ilona Andrews