The Order of Merciful Aid provided merciful aid, usually on the edge of a blade or the burn of a bullet.
Ilona AndrewsMy ego doesn't need soothing. I don't want him soothing anything of mine, including you.
Ilona AndrewsIt became known that I had a rather fertile imagination, when it came to private activities." She stared. "What sort of private activities?" This time he did smile, and it turned his face wicked. "Disrobe, and I'll be happy to demonstrate.
Ilona AndrewsYou snore worse. At least I don't turn into a lion in my sleep." "I only did it once." "Once was weird enough, thank you.
Ilona Andrews