Hunting Fiends for the Ill-Equipped Quotes

“I meandered farther into the library. Why were books so irresistible? I wanted to read them all.”
― Annette Marie, Hunting Fiends for the Ill-Equipped

“I wish I could see in your head again.” “What if you see I am something different than you want me to be?”
― Annette Marie, Hunting Fiends for the Ill-Equipped

“He peered at his taut midriff. “How are muscles perfect?” “Just ignore what Tori said.” “But your face changed color when she said it.”
― Annette Marie, Hunting Fiends for the Ill-Equipped

“Your skin turns red,” he mused as he leisurely drew a card from the stock. “Your breath grows quick. Your heart beats faster. Your scent changes …” He canted his head, observing my reaction. “You stare at me, and there are thoughts in your eyes, but I hear nothing.”
― Annette Marie, Hunting Fiends for the Ill-Equipped

“Warm breath brushed over my ear as he leaned in. “Am I perfect, drādah?” I choked. Ducking away from him, I rushed back to the worktable. Focusing with single-minded determination, I opened the book to its table of contents and tried desperately to remember what I was supposed to be researching. Zylas’s quiet, husky laugh rolled through the room.”
― Annette Marie, Hunting Fiends for the Ill-Equipped

“Are my abs better than a hh’ainun?” “I don’t know.” “Do you want to put clothes on me?” “No.” “Why is your face changing color again?”
― Annette Marie, Hunting Fiends for the Ill-Equipped

“Guh! Why did you give me this?” I fought back a laugh.

“Some people like licorice.”

“Disgusting.” His jaw worked. “It’s in my teeth! What is this zh’ūltis food?”
― Annette Marie, Hunting Fiends for the Ill-Equipped

“Yeah.” She leaned sideways, her stare still fixed on my demon, and pursed her lips. “Damn, girl.” Bewildered by her marveling tone, I stammered,

“P-pardon me?” She pointed at Zylas’s bare abdomen. “You can see this, right? I know he’s a demon and all, but those abs.” I inhaled sharply and choked on saliva. “They might be the most demony thing about him,” she went on. “No man has abs that perfect.”
― Annette Marie, Hunting Fiends for the Ill-Equipped

“Ezra—” He stopped at the door. “Be careful with those sorcerers. If I’m right, you won’t have to worry about Claude. I’ll deal with him.” Red sparked in his left eye. “And his demon.” Zylas flicked his tail. “Kah vh’renirathē izh?” The crimson glow intensified. “Vh’renith vē thāit.” Zylas nodded, and the demon mage swept out the door, swinging it shut behind him. Quiet fell over the apartment. “Well, shit,” Amalia muttered. “I was counting on the creepy demon Two-Face helping us.”
― Annette Marie, Hunting Fiends for the Ill-Equipped

“If you were a payashē, it means you choose me for your bed.” His hooded gaze gauged my reaction. “But you are not a payashē.”
― Annette Marie, Hunting Fiends for the Ill-Equipped