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“She wiped her face with her left forearm and kicked the stalker's corpse with her sneakered foot. "Don't mess with Texas." I looked at her. She shrugged. "Seemed like the right thing to say.”
― Ilona Andrews, Clean Sweep

“Imagination grows in the lonliest of soils”
― Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing

“Us crones need to sit and stick together. Maidens think they know everything when they have learned nothing. Mothers aren’t much better. The crones, though. Crones know. That’s why people are so scared of us, try to keep us invisible. But that’s when we have the most power. They can’t stop us if they don’t see us. We slip through the net. We’re like ghosts through locked doors.”
― Alexandra Benedict, Murder On the Christmas Express

“Beast lay by my feet, gnawing on a bone Sean had given her. Through the day she had upgraded his status from kill on sight to suspicious to the man with delicious treats who can't be trusted.”
― Ilona Andrews, Clean Sweep