Ilona Andrews Quote
Curran lunged at a silver Bentley. The hood went flying. He thrust his hand into the car. Metal screamed, and Curran jerked a twisted clump out of the hood and smashed it into the nearest car like a club.Did he just rip out the engine? I asked.Yes, Saiman said. And now he’s demolishing the Maserati with it.Ten seconds later Curran hurled the twisted wreck of black and orange that used to be the Maseratiinto the wall.The first melodic notes of an old song came from the computer. I glanced at Saiman.He shrugged. It begged for a soundtrack.
Ilona Andrews
Curran lunged at a silver Bentley. The hood went flying. He thrust his hand into the car. Metal screamed, and Curran jerked a twisted clump out of the hood and smashed it into the nearest car like a club.Did he just rip out the engine? I asked.Yes, Saiman said. And now he’s demolishing the Maserati with it.Ten seconds later Curran hurled the twisted wreck of black and orange that used to be the Maseratiinto the wall.The first melodic notes of an old song came from the computer. I glanced at Saiman.He shrugged. It begged for a soundtrack.
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Ilona Andrews is the pen name of Ilona Gordon and Andrew Gordon, an American husband-and-wife duo who write urban fantasy and romantic fiction together under a portmanteau of their first names.