Outside the windows the day was bright: golden sunshine, blue sky, pleasant wind . . . I wanted to punch the happy day in the face, grab it by the hair, and beat it until it told me what the hell it was so happy about.
Ilona AndrewsWhen a lion stalks a herd, he sneaks in close, lies down, and surveys them to choose his victim. He takes his time. The deer or buffalo have no idea heโs near. He finds his prey and then he explodes from his hiding place and grabs it. Even if another, perfectly serviceable animal ends up within his reach, he isnโt going to alter his course. He has chosen, and he would rather go hungry than change his mind.
Ilona AndrewsI don't want it to be attributed to a loss of control on my part. When I throw you out of the window, I want there to be no doubt the act was deliberate.
Ilona AndrewsShe put her hand on her hip. "Where are you going?" "To the boat. You called me Lord Bill again. That means we're cool." Cerise slapped her forehead with the heel of her hand and followed him.
Ilona AndrewsOther pirates leaped over the railing. One, two... seven... thirteen. A bakerโs dozen. Wait, fifteen. Eighteen... Twenty-one. The odds werenโt in our favor. โMaybe they just came over to borrow a cup of sugar,โ I said. Andrea barked a short laugh. Curran put his hand on my shoulder. โThatโs a lot of sugar. Must be a big cake.
Ilona Andrews