Ilona Andrews Quote

You’re Mad Rogan! Leon burst out. Yes, Mad Rogan said, his voice calm.And you can break cities?Yes.And you have all this money and magic?Yes.Where was Leon going with this?My cousin blinked. And you look . . . like that?Mad Rogan nodded. Yes.Leon’s dark eyes went wide. He looked at Mad Rogan, then glanced down at himself. At fifteen, Leon weighed barely a hundred pounds. His arms and legs were like chopsticks.There is no justice in the world! Leon announced.I giggled and almost choked on my pancake. Mother cracked a smile.Can you play guitar too? Leon asked. Because if you can, I’ll go kill myself right now.No, but I can sing a little, Mad Rogan said.God damn it! Leon punched the table.Calm yourself, Bern told him.You shut up. You’re the size of Sasquatch. Leon pointed at Mad Rogan. Are you seeing this? How is this fair?He’s fifteen, I told Mad Rogan. Fair is very important right now.You have time, Mad Rogan said. Yeah . . . Leon shook his head. No, not really. I can’t sing for sure, and I’ll never look like that.