Quotes from Kim Harrison

I sat for a moment, figuring things out, then decided to stay there. If I was on the floor, I couldn't fall down.

No, she said firmly. I want you to stay when I go. Break tradition again, my love, and burn me alone in the home we built. I don't want you with me. You aren't done. You see too far ahead. You need to make the world in your thoughts a real one that our children can fly in. - Matalina to Jenks

People die, Rachel, Ceri said, her cheeks flushing. Not if I can help it, I snapped. And not of a broken heart. If you could, I'd be dead already.

He darted a guilty look toward his dad. "Will you—get me a bottle of spicy?" My eyes jerked to his. "Maybe some barbecue sauce?" I closed my mouth before a bug flew into it. "Sure." I did not believe this. I was pimping ketchup to the son of the FIB's captain.

Married pixy, I told myself, forcing my eyes back to the shelf of ceramic animals. Fifty-four kids. Beautiful wife, sweet as sugar, who would kill me in my sleep while apologizing for it.

Was using "dead-man's-toe" morally okay if the man's relatives had knowingly sold him for parts?

It was a nice bit of blackmail that kept him off my back, but he refused to take the message that I wasn't going to work for him. 'Course, that might be my fault…since I seemed unable to say no when he waved enough money at me.

And don't try to sell me any crap about the kindly demon. I know three of you now, and you are all evil, insane, or just plain nasty.

People are motivated by three things, Rachel. Love …" A red marker clattered in with the rest. "Revenge …" A black one landed next to it. "And power," she finished, tossing in a green one. "Trent has enough money to buy all three." "You forgot one," I said, wondering if I should just keep my mouth shut. "Family.

How could someone with a bloody rag around their arm look that confident? Because he could sing someone to death?

He grinned. "That's because pixies are ever-after. We're magic, baby. Just ask Matalina.

Rachel, you take her," my mother said, clearly uncomfortable. "She might like you." "No. Mom, no!" I protested, but it was my mother we were talking about, and it was either take the baby or have her hit the floor.

Her smile turned wicked. "And I'm not a silly girl to be blinded by a tidy posterior and expansive landholdings." Tidy posterior and expansive landholdings? Was that the Dark Ages equivalent of a tight ass and a lot of money?

This is a witchocracy, not a democracy. Clear?

But a pawn could become a queen if she reached the end and came back again.

because children should have the chance to be loved by those who love them—always and no matter what.

The gentle sound of her words became the shushing of my blood in my head, and I listened, hovering on the edge of consciousness, bathed in the oblivion of whatever drug they had given me.

The world was going to change again. I should have worn nicer shoes.

Al's red eyes slid past me to Pierce. Play? he said, his voice dripping with interest. Gordian Nathaniel Pierce's quirks are legendary. Why do you think I want the runt so badly? Size truly doesn't matter if you can do what he can. ~ Algaliarept, Black Magic Sanction, Kim Harrison

He inclined his head slightly, looking as fabulous as ever, more appealing than before because I had no idea what he was going to do, what he was capable of. "Don't do that," I said, my gaze going everywhere but to him. "Do what?" He sipped from his mug, one long leg draping to the floor, the other pulled up slightly. "Sit on your desk and look sexy.

Even a superhero needs a place to be normal.

I'd given up on the white picket fence after Kisten had died—finding out my kids would be demons was the nail in the coffin.

Though no one had been buried here for almost thirty years, the grass was mown by yours truly. I felt a tidy graveyard made a happy graveyard.

Past him was Trent, a tired look on his face. Holding my borrowed shawl close, I watched Jonathan as I slid out. "Why, thank you, Jon," I said brightly, "you freaking bastard." Trent ducked his head, hiding a smile.