Ella Summers Quotes & Sayings

You're delusional." "Am I? Did I only imagine the need pulsing through your magic as you kissed me back?" "Kissed you back? Please. I was trying to push your tongue away. — Ella Summers

No. N-O. It might be an unfamiliar word to you, so look it up. It comes after M--and right before I go get my sword.
--Sera — Ella Summers

Why kill two birds with one stone when you could kill ten with a boulder? — Ella Summers

Sera tried again. "I'm thinking of fighting the next match topless. What do you think about that idea?" This time, he stopped - and turned his angry dragon eyes on her. "That would be unadvisable. You do not need to pick up any more stalkers." She smirked at him. "I was just checking to see if you were listening to me. — Ella Summers

she wore a fitted red minidress with aspirations to be a bikini. — Ella Summers

There wasn't enough fabric in her shirt to sew together a pair of panties. — Ella Summers

if I don't fight, I'm dead for sure. And I'd rather fight and feel hope than succumb to hopelessness. — Ella Summers

He stood with his arms folded across his chest, a pose that accentuated the hard, supple muscles of both. The angel was like catnip for any woman with a pulse. I made a concentrated effort not to ogle. As — Ella Summers

Careful there, Sera. When you're upset, your wall cracks. I'm getting a whiff of your magic." He inhaled long and deep. "Mmm. Delicious." He shot her a roguish smile. Which she ignored. Or pretended to, anyway. — Ella Summers

You heard the First Angel." His hand brushed across my forehead, his touch remarkably tender for someone who had me pinned down. "She officially ordered me to finish cuddling first." "I wouldn't call that an order so much as permission," I — Ella Summers

Anything else?" Yes, my body can dissolve other magic on contact. I'm essentially a battering ram against magic. "No, that's it." Kai turned in place, his eyes scanning the scene. "Something feels wrong here." The magic-dissolving battering ram standing next to you. — Ella Summers

Here, the name of the game was opulence. The floors were cherrywood, the tablecloths silk, and the guests sparkling with enough diamonds to send a Christmas tree into an epileptic seizure. — Ella Summers

The people had fled into the buildings, but the thick, salty mark of their fear still hung heavy in the air, coagulating with the bees' magical stench of rotting, acid-dripping flowers into a nauseating miasma of crumbling courage and ill intentions. — Ella Summers