Magic Burns (Kate Daniels, #2)

by Ilona Andrews

Shave that jaw, brush the hair, tone down the crazy in the eyes, and he would have to fight women off with that crossbow. As it was he looked like he prowled in dark places where the wild things were and they all ran away when they smelled him coming.

We had a mild disagreement and I tore her arms off.

Aunt B gave me an odd look. “You know,” she said, stirring her tea, “the fastest way to get him off your back is to sleep with him. And tell him you love him. Preferably while in bed.”

I made the mistake of looking back in time to see Curran reach for Bran’s neck as the Hound of Morrigan rushed by. With an effort of will that must have taken a year off his life, Curran curled his fingers into a fist and lowered his hand instead.

“Bring your army, little god! My sword is hungry!”

The way I start crying at this line every read through. Epic moments in things always hit me, just like the climax of a movie.