Curran gave me a flat look. "I can always drive to a burger joint instead." "Oh, so you'd throw a burger down my throat and expect making out in the back seat?" He grinned. "We can do it in the front seat instead, if you prefer. Or on the hood of the car." "I'm not doing it on the hood of the car." "Is that a dare?" Why me?
Ilona AndrewsGive me a few minutes.โ โYou have time.โ He sat in the grass. โAre you just going to sit there and watch me?โ โYes. Watching pretty peasant girls is what we poor little rich boys do best.โ โPeasant?โ He shrugged. โYou started the name calling.
Ilona AndrewsI think I've been rather reasonable about this whole situation." "How do you figure?" "They are still breathing, aren't they?
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 AndrewsIm's offspring stare at stars and make clocks that calculate useless happenings like the angle of a hawk's claws as it strikes its prey. They demonstrate their contraptions and everyone marvels. My children get drunk, confuse a herd of cows with an enemy regiment, and slaughter the lot, screaming like lunatics until the entire army panics.
Ilona Andrews