Quotes from Kim Harrison

He froze as the scent of her hair met him. It was touching his cheek,tickling him. I cant afford this, he thought, but he didnt move, watching her finger trace the new line. He cracked my mirror,she said, clearly angry.

This can't happen. Minias said it couldn't happen. I'm not a demon. It shouldn't work for me! I'm not a demon!" "Apparently," Al said, slamming into the bars in time with his words, "you're so damn close, it doesn't matter!

Hey," the other said, coming to life. "You're supposed to be in jail." Al grinned at him, his white-gloved grip tightening on the wooden handle, which was intricately carved in the shape of a naked, writhing woman. Nice. "And your momma wanted you to have a brain," he said, yanking the door open and slamming it into the guy's face.

So I've seen my boys do that a hundred times with the neighboring pixy girls. Give her their favorite seed and be too flustered to tell her what it was.

Rachel, you summon demons. You're good at it. Get over it, then find a way to make it work for you. It's not going to go away.

Algaliarept varied its shape, sifting through my mind without me even knowing to choose what scared me the most. Once it had been Ivy. Then Kisten —until I had pinned him in an elevator in a foolish moment of vampire-induced passion. It's hard to be scared of someone after you've French-kissed him.

Maybe I could be friends with a ghost. I wouldn't be able to kill him.

All I'd have to do then was roll with the consequences of inviting dewinged, fanged fairies into Trent's backyard. God, they were savage looking. Served him right.

So much for playing nice.Tired, I let my eyes shut while they argued, hoping I didn't die in the interim and make the problem moot. I wasn't ever going to get my water. Ever.

Under the disguise amulet, Jenks looked very different with black hair and a darker complexion. He had his new aviator jacket on over the T-shirt he had bought in the previous store, making him a sexy, leggy, hunk o' pixy ass in jeans. No wonder he had fifty-four kids and Matalina smiled like Mona Lisa.

I may be a pawn, but I've been to the other side and survived the trip back and I can move like a queen. Don't piss me off.

Love died in the shadows, and it shouldn't cost so much to keep it in the sun. But as Trent would say, anything gotten cheap wouldn't last, so do what you need to do to be happy and deal with the consequences. That if love was easy, everyone would find it.

See, this was why I liked coffee. You couldn't screw up making coffee. Even the bad stuff was good.

Lately I'd begun carrying pain amulets in my bag, like some people have breath mints.

that was humanity's problem right there. they are brain damaged from the early sun

Student food. His eyes went to the tomato on the sill. Whatever's in the refrigerator over pasta.

Inside Junior's it was peaceful. I can change that, I thought dryly

Happy endings were never handed out. You had to fight for them, earn them with bruised hearts and sacrifices.

I'm going back! I shouted, standing to put some distance between us in case I was yanking her chain too hard and she came after me. I'll show him, I said, waving an arm. I'll sneak in. I'll steal his freaking glasses and mail them back to him in a freaking birthday card!

I have to save the world tomorrow, and I don't even know what I'm going to wear yet.

And I'm not spying! I'm evaluating!" "It's the same difference!

How many mistakes can one life survive?

My eyes widened at the ball of orange fluff squeezing out from under the counter, blinking and stretching. I looked again, not believing. "It's a cat," I said, winning the Pulitzer prize for incredible intellect.

Ivy could have been a model. Hell, Ivy could be anything she wanted. Except happy. Ivy had issues.