Ilona Andrews Quote

As he passed me, he leaned to Curran and handed him a paper fan folded from some sort of flyer. Curran looked at the fan. What? "An emergency precaution, Your Majesty. In case the lady faints. Curran just stared at him. Raphael strode toward the Pit, turned, flexed a bit, and winked at me. "Give me that, I told Curran. I need to fan myself. "No, you don't.

Magic Strikes (ed. Penguin, 2009) - ISBN: 9781101028797