About Jennifer Estep: Jennifer Estep is an author of urban fantasy and paranormal romance novels under Pocket Books. She is most known for the Mythos Academy and Elemental Assassin series.
Just another part of that Spartan killer instinct. I can slay the ladies just as well as I can reapers.
I was so getting tired of fighting for my life in the library.
I embraced that hope for a moment, grabbed onto it with both hands, and held it close like the rare treasure it was. Then I let go of it, let it float away like a butterfly on a bright day, because the darkest part of the night was yet to come, and t...
Be real. I'm going up against three of the world's most vicious ubervillains. I have a very, very slim chance of survival. I have a better chance of winning the lottery, and I don't even play.
Can you play the piano like Beethoven? Or sing like Carly Simon? Can you take fie pages' worth of quotes and turn them into a usable story ten minutes before deadline? I don't think so, unless you have more hidden talents I don't know about. We all h...
You're late." "Sorry. I was busy talking about my feelings and killing people.
This is really good,” Donovan Caine said, attacking his third strawberry pancake. “You sound surprised,” I said. He shrugged. “I just didn’t think an assassin would be able to cook like this.” “Well, I do get lots of practice with knive...
You're just jealous." "Hardly. Been there, done you. Adequate, but unremarkable.
All right, baby," Daphne crooned. "Talk to Mama and tell me all your secrets. . . .
What did you expect? That he'd send you flowers and write you bad poetry? That dead Nemean prowler is pretty much as close to a stuffed animal as you're ever going to get from a Spartan like Logan Quinn.
Burn, baby, burn,” she muttered in a hard, satisfied voice. I cleared my throat. “As much as I hate to interrupt the supreme satisfaction you’re taking in watching the mansion blaze to the ground, I’d really like to get out of here before the...
Y’all might as well come on out,” I said. “I know you’re there. I can smell you.” “Smell me? But I just took a shower this morning!” an indignant voice drifted out of the shadows. There was a loud sound, like someone was getting smacked...
This is an Aston Martin, Gin.You don't run over dead bodies in an Aston Matin." "Tell that to James Bond
You bruised my ego, you see, and there’s just not enough money in the world to soothe my ego when it gets bruised
For a moment, I almost felt sorry for her. Then the bitch blasted me with her water magic, and I got over it.
I used to murder people for money, but these days it’s more of a survival technique.
The panther prowled around me in a loose, wide circle. Its mouth turned down, almost in a pout, and it seemed disappointed that I wasn't going to run away. Or scream, at the very least. Its tail, which was at least three feet long, twitched back and ...
