Magic Claims Quotes

“The Consort is merciful and kind to a fault,” Keelan said.
The two of them stared at each other for half a second.
“I’m sure he is,” Jushur said.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Claims

“My wife needs a medmage,” Curran said. “She will tell you that she is fine, and she doesn’t need help. She isn’t and she does.” “You made your point,” I told him. His eyes flashed gold. “I did. And I’m going to stand over you and watch you get treatment.” As a married woman, I had learned that some fights weren’t worth fighting. “Your lack of trust is very disappointing.” “I trust you with my life, not with yours,” my husband said.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Claims

“Curran grinned at me, his gray eyes happy. “Hey, baby. You come here often?” I laughed. “Your hand looks heavy. Let me hold it for you.” He squeezed my hand with his warm fingers. “Smooth,” Jynx murmured. Andre winked at her. “Hey, Jynx, your hand—” “Touch me and I’ll break you,” she told him. “Aww.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Claims

“Were you going to poke them with a stick?” Keelan growled. Hakeem looked uncertain. “Yes?” “When you find freaky shit in the scary woods, you don’t poke it with a stick. It can explode in your face. What do you do instead?” Hakeem clearly didn’t know the answer to that question. I almost felt sorry for him. He had just turned eighteen this year, and this was likely his first real outing. “You ask the Consort. The Consort knows everything.” “Oh,” Hakeem said. Keelan pivoted to me. “Consort, please tell us what this is.” “I have no idea.” Keelan blinked, his teaching moment temporarily derailed. He took a second to recover. “How do we proceed?” I held my hand out, and Hakeem surrendered his branch. “I’m going to poke it with a stick.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Claims

“In this life each of us must decide three things for ourselves: who to worship, who to marry, and who to serve.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Claims

“I’ll stand next to you and look menacing.” “No need to stand. You can sit and look menacing.” “Thank you, my queen.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Claims

“The Consort is merciful and kind to a fault,” Keelan said. The two of them stared at each other for half a second. “I’m sure he is,” Jushur said. Ha!”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Claims

“I enjoyed it.” And there it was. I said it and waited. “I know,” he said. “After you killed the skull mage, you turned to me and you were smiling. A big, bright smile. Old Kate smile.” “Old Kate?” “Dangerous Kate. Stabby Kate. My Kate.” I raised my head and leaned it on my bent elbow. “Stabby?” “Yes. Exciting.” He grinned.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Claims

“I trust you with my life, not with yours,” my husband said.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Claims

“Curran stood up. He raised the heart up, showing it to everyone, walked over to me, and dropped it at my feet. Umm. What was I supposed to do with it? His eyes were pure gold, still mad with bloodlust. I stabbed the heart with Sarrat. It seemed like the thing to do. Curran turned away from me and roared.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Claims

“It was majestic and beautiful, as if the forest had sent a herald to greet us. “An Irish elk,” Keelan whispered. More like the stag-moose, Cervalces scotti, which was native to North America according to Conlan’s book, but I didn’t want to ruin Keelan’s moment. “Damn, that’s a lot of meat,” Jynx breathed behind us. And the bouda had done it for me. Keelan glared at her. “Shut it.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Claims

“People are ruled by their emotions, Conlan, and anger is one of the most powerful emotions we can experience. It can fester if you don’t vent it. Always take that into account.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Claims

“He never stopped being the Beast Lord. He was the man who could dominate thousands of shapeshifters with a single look, and he was also the man who stayed up all night with a child who’d eaten some poisonous herbs in the forest and spent twenty-four hours throwing them up. One couldn’t be separated from another. They were all aspects of Curran, and I loved all of him.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Claims

“I’ve dedicated many years to the survival of your family. There are others like me, brought here by your father, adrift and alone, strangers in an alien land. Your people are crying out in the wilderness, for they need a home. Will you turn a deaf ear to our desperate pleas? Will you reject us? Will you cast us out after all those generations of service?” “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Keelan muttered.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Claims

“Your son pledged himself to me.” “So he told me,” the spymaster said. “I fear his loyalty is misplaced. I’m not the queen he’s looking for.” Jushur met my eyes. “In this life each of us must decide three things for ourselves: who to worship, who to marry, and who to serve. Only Rimush can determine if you are suitable to lead him.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Claims

“Will you be okay?” he asked. “It will be very difficult,” I told him solemnly. “But I’m sure the magic will hit within the next twenty-four hours or so, and it only takes me fifteen minutes to set up a soundproof ward. We must be strong.” He laughed. “Think pure thoughts,” I told him.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Claims

“I sprinted, the spears hammering at my shield. Erra would’ve loved this so much. I could almost hear her in my head. You run like a toddler. Slow and clumsy.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Claims

“Hakeem, Troy, and Owen stared at the crossroads of destruction with wild eyes. “And that’s why we don’t poke random shit we find in the woods with a stick,” Keelan said.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Claims

“From this distance, they looked like rocks. Unnaturally smooth and round rocks. “Were you going to poke them with a stick?” Keelan growled. Hakeem looked uncertain. “Yes?” “When you find freaky shit in the scary woods, you don’t poke it with a stick. It can explode in your face. What do you do instead?” Hakeem clearly didn’t know the answer to that question. I almost felt sorry for him. He had just turned eighteen this year, and this was likely his first real outing. “You ask the Consort. The Consort knows everything.” “Oh,” Hakeem said. Keelan pivoted to me. “Consort, please tell us what this is.” “I have no idea.” Keelan blinked, his teaching moment temporarily derailed. He took a second to recover. “How do we proceed?” I held my hand out, and Hakeem surrendered his branch. “I’m going to poke it with a stick.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Claims

“Meet you on I-40 outside of town?” I asked, and leaned in to kiss her. “Wait for me,” she said and kissed me back. “Always,” I told her. I watched her leave and wrestled that little anxiety I always felt when she left back down where it belonged.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Claims

“At some point in our lives together, keeping her lovely family from trying to murder her became a full-time job for me. They were powerful, homicidal psychopaths, and they didn’t half-ass it. When they came to kill her, they gave it their all. Her eyes sparked. “You wanted to kill me at some point.” “No. The most I promised to do was to throw you out of a window.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Claims

“Curran focused on the blue square of the woods as if it were a bloody steak and he’d been starving for a month.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Claims

“More words, bigger hole, Your Furriness.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Claims

“I’m going to find whoever put this creature through that torture, and I’m going to kill them slowly. Piece by piece.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Claims

“Your hand looks heavy. Let me hold it for you.” He squeezed my hand with his warm fingers. “Smooth,” Jynx murmured.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Claims

“We’ll have to force a confrontation. How terrible.” She rolled her eyes.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Claims

“I like everybody,” I told her. I thought I’d get her to laugh, but she just looked at me.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Claims

“that’s why we don’t poke random shit we find in the woods with a stick,”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Claims

“It didn’t look like any architectural style I knew. I had never seen anything like it. Curran closed his mouth with a click. “Where did they get the granite? The nearest quarry is hundreds of miles inland.” “I don’t care. I want it,” Curran growled.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Claims

“Things just didn’t go your way today,” Owen rumbled from his blanket, his eyes still closed. “First, you got your arm broken. Then the Consort had to bring you food. Now you are getting a lecture. It’s hard to be Troy today.” “Don’t make me come over there,” Troy growled. Owen opened his eyes. “And do what?”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Claims