Skye

“When some supernatural filth tries to carry off the children, call Roman so he can wade through blood and sewage to rescue them, but when it’s something nice like a wedding or a naming, oh no, we can’t have Chernobog’s volhv involved. It’s bad luck. Get Nikolai. When he finds out who I’m going to marry, he’ll have an aneurysm. His head will explode. It’s good that he’s a doctor, maybe he can treat himself.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Binds

“That won’t give me my lipstick back, you little brat!” “I couldn’t help myself!” she pleads. And I unconsciously nod. That’s it, kid—go with insanity. It’s all you’ve got left.”
― Emma Chase, Sustained

“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

“I’ve played bingo with these senior citizens. They take that shit seriously. They might be old, but if you get I-22 when they were waiting for B-6? They’ll bust your fucking kneecaps as quick as any backstreet bookie, without an ounce of remorse.”
― Emma Chase, Sustained