Jennifer Trantham

“You’re letting him get to you. You’re like a walking mythological encyclopedia, Kate. You pull random mystical crap out of your head and figure out that a giant monster nobody has seen on the face of the planet for three thousand years is allergic to hedgehogs and then you find a cute hedgehog and stab the monster in the eye with it.”
“Where do you even get this shit?”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Binds

“The world’s pulse skipped a beat. Magic flooded in. “Yes.” I grinned and grabbed the blanket. “Onward, my noble steed. To our inevitable doom and gory death.” Thirty”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Binds

“You make me want to stab you."
"I have that effect on many people."
"How is it you're still alive?"
"I'm hard to kill.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Binds

“What is this?"
"It's a wedding invitation," Julie said.
"I didn't order any."
Julie grinned at me. "Roman."
Ugh. That's right. I waved the envelope at her. "It has flowers on it."
"Did you want gore, swords, and severed heads?" she asked.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Binds