Débora

“Smite me? You think you can smite me? Do you even know what that means?

I shrugged. "What do you think it means?" I thought I'd gotten it right.

"Nothing," she cackled, "Absolutely nothing because you couldn't smite me even if you knew what it meant."

"Really? A minute ago you didn't think I could see you. How do you know what I can't do?"

That slowed her down.

"Trust me, if I can see you, I can smite you." - Aurora to Peaches”
― A and E Kirk, Demons at Deadnight

“The vampire stared at me, his mouth slack as Ghastek assessed his options. I took a couple of forms from my desk, put them into the vamp's mouth, and pulled them up by their edges.
"What are you doing?" Ghastek asked.
"My hole puncher broke."
"You have no respect for the undead.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Burns

“I launched into a graceful ninja-like front roll, then stood my ground to face the monstrous heathen, fearless in my determination to vanquish the deadly foe.


Nah, just kidding. I bolted, discretion being the better part of not getting dead.”
― A and E Kirk, Demons at Deadnight

“Andrea raised her hand. “This is the hand that slapped Aunt B.”
“Maybe you should have it gold-plated.”
“Here, you can touch it, since you’re my best friend.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Slays