Magic Binds (Kate Daniels, #9)

by Ilona Andrews

I hadn’t crossed the line. I’d ridden an elephant up to it and run back and forth along its edge while a mariachi band played in the background, but I hadn’t crossed it.

“I would try to be friends with her but she’s too busy being a smartass.” “Now you know how the rest of us feel,” Jim said. “Who the hell is that?”

I once took a city with five men and a lame goat.