I can't hate people that much. Don't get me wrong. I want to murder every last Keeper I can find. But that's not hate. That's vengeance.
Ilona AndrewsThe hallway led me to the stairway of a million steps. My leg screamed in protest. I sighed and started climbing. I just had to keep from limping. Limping showed weakness, and I didnโt need any enterprising, career-motivated shapeshifters trying to challenge me for dominance right about now. I had once mentioned my desire for an elevator, and His Majesty asked me if I would like a flock of doves to carry me up to my quarters so my feet wouldnโt have to touch the ground. We were sparring at the time and I kicked him in the kidney in retaliation.
Ilona AndrewsAs he passed me, he leaned to Curran and handed him a paper fan folded from some sort of flyer. Curran looked at the fan. โWhat?โ "An emergency precaution, Your Majesty. In case the lady faints.โ Curran just stared at him. Raphael strode toward the Pit, turned, flexed a bit, and winked at me. "Give me that,โ I told Curran. โI need to fan myself.โ "No, you donโt.
Ilona Andrews