Jennifer Trantham

“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

“She’s your Herald,” Derek said. “That’s your color. Blue for humanity.”
My what?
He made a big show of moving a few feet to the side.
I looked at him.
“In case your head explodes,” he said helpfully.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Binds

“Screw that. We’re going to lunch.” “It’s almost dinnertime.” “Then we’re going to dinch. Or lunner. Or whatever the hell early-dinner-late-lunch stupid combo we can come up with.” “Now isn’t . . .” Andrea’s eyes blazed. “Kate, I’m nine months pregnant and I’m hungry. Get in the damn car.” I got in the Jeep, and Andrea peeled out like a bat out of hell. “We’re”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Binds

“Where were you? What happened?” I carved a chunk out of another lizard’s face.
“I just took the kids to fight some ghouls,” Curran said.
Oh, so it was fine, then . . . Wait. “You did what?”
He kicked a lizard. It flew into the others like a cannonball. “I called Jim before we left the house to talk about ghouls, and he said they found some in the MARTA tunnels. So I grabbed the kids and did a little hunting.”
I would kill him. “Just so I get it right, Jim calls you and says, ‘Hey, we found a horde of ghouls in the MARTA tunnels,’ and your first thought was, ‘Great, I’ll take the kids’?”
“They had fun.” A careful note crept into his voice. Curran saw the shark fin in the water but wasn’t sure where the bite would be coming from.
“You even took the dog.”
Grendel chose that moment to try to shove past me. I shoved him back into the Guild and he began running back and forth behind us, growling.
“He had fun, too. Look at him. He’s still excited.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Shifts