Dance when the moon sings, and don't cry about troubles that haven't yet come
Ilona AndrewsStichwörter: curran-volume-1
Go brush your teeth, comb your hair, put on dry clothes, and get the guns. We're going to Wal-Mart
Ilona AndrewsStichwörter: on-the-edge
An evil light sparked in his eyes. "You could always go for Plan B."
"Pound everyone to a bloody pulp until they shut up and cooperate?"
"Exactly."
-Curran and Kate
Kate smirked.
"What?"
"Your horse looks pink."
"So?"
"If you paste some stars on her butt you'll be riding My Little Pony."
"Bugger off." I patted the mare's neck. "Don't listen to her, Sugar. You are the cutest horsey ever. The correct name for her color is strawberry roan, by the way."
"Strawberry Shortcake, more like it. Does Strawberry Shortcake know you stole her horse? She will be berry, berry angry with you."
I looked at her from under half-lowered eyelids. "I can shoot you right here, on this road, and nobody will ever find your body.
Stichwörter: andrea-and-kate
Raphael turned me over and looked at me, his face close to mine. "You and I will never be done.You're my mate."
He kissed the corner of my mouth. I almost cried.
"I stopped sleeping since you left," he said "I'll sleep for a couple of hours, wake up, you're not there." I closed my eyes.
"I need an answer, Andrea," he said.
"An answer?"
"Mate. Yes or no."
"Do you need to ask?" I whispered. "You're my mate.
Stichwörter: andrea-and-raphael
The Beast Lord walked out of the warehouse. The screen went dark.
My knight in furry armor.
Saiman opened his mouth. "This is why I didn't. Personally, I think your smile is inappropriate.
Stichwörter: humor kate curran beast-lord
My tablecloth was missing in action and long, jagged scratches covered the table's surface.The scratches looked suspiciously like letters. I climbed on a chair and looked at it from above. MINE. Oh, that's great. Fantastic. So mature. Perhaps he would pull my pigtails next or stick a tack on my seat.
Ilona AndrewsStichwörter: andrea possessive-hero
The pervert."
"He prefers to think of himself as sexual deviant."
"Semantics.
You're screening your calls?"
"Why not? It saves me from conversations with idiots."
"Is that an insult?" His voice dropped into a deep growl.
"You're not an idiot," I told him. "You're just a deadly psychopath with a god complex.(...)
No. I don't go through your things. I just come once in a while to make sure you're in one piece. I like knowing you're safe, asleep in your bed. I haven't stolen anything...
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