Yoanna

“Do you have a girlfriend?” Grandma Frida asked. I put my hand over my face. “No,” Mad Rogan said. “A boyfriend?” Grandma Frida asked. “No.” “What about . . .” “No,” Mom and I said in unison. “But you don’t even know what I wanted to ask!” “No,” we said again together. “Party poopers.” Grandma shrugged.”
― Ilona Andrews, Burn for Me

“Landon paced back and forth, his eyes a little wild.
‘’Well, he took it worse than I did,’’ Curran said.
‘’I don’t see what the big deal is.‘’
‘’It’s a sword made out of your grandmothers bones, Kate.’’
I shrugged
Landon stared at me through the windshield, turned around, paced back and forth, and stared at me again”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Breaks

“Yes, I'm a hermit. Mostly I brood," Mad Rogan said. "Also, I'm very good at wallowing in self-pity. I spend my days steeped in melancholy, looking out the window. Occasionally a single tear quietly rolls down my cheek.”
― Ilona Andrews, Burn for Me

“I believe I've met your grandfather, the Bloody Butcher of Odar." "That's correct." "I remember now. A delightful man, wonderfully dry sense of humor." Arland blinked. "My grandfather has been called many names in his lifetime. Delightful was not one of them. He remembers you also. You tried to poison him." Caldenia waved her fingers. "I've tried to poison everyone at one time or another. Don't take it personally.”
― Ilona Andrews, Clean Sweep