Quotes from Kim Harrison

Jenks laughed, taking to the air and saying, "Give it up, FIB man. It'll take more than you to get her out. Remember what Ivy and I did to your finest last spring? Add Rachel to that, and you can say your prayers." From behind me came Edden's dry "You think Ivy wants another stint as a candy striper?

Looking at everything, I started to feel nauseous, as if the seventies had taken refuge here against extinction and were preparing to take over the world.

And Trent," I said, watching Rex since Jenks was preoccupied with a flightless child. "Beloved city son and idiot billionaire goes and gets caught in the ever-after. Who has to bust her butt and make a deal with demons to get him back?" "The one who got him there?" Jenks said, and my eyes narrowed.

He just wanted to hold her to him and tell her it would be okay, that she had survived and was beautiful.

Familiars were known for their loose tongues until you cut them out. It was a practice Algaliarept frowned upon. Most of his brethren were bloody plebians. Removing a familiar's tongue completely ruined the nuances of their pleas for mercy.

I felt my shoulders ease at her admission. She was going to do what she had to do, and I was going to do what I had to do. And Ivy? Ivy was going to go insane.

if I'd been hit with the same thing as Glenn, I probably had his doctor. The thought seemed about right when Glenn shrank back in his chair with a guilty expression. The tomato, too, was in hiding somewhere. I didn't want to know where. I truly didn't.

It was starting to smell really good in here. And if I liked what it smelled like, then they were liking what they were smelling, and ah…that would be me.

I can think of a lot of things to do, he said, and none of them involve standing up. - Al

Ah, Jenks? It's not a lake, it's a friggin' freshwater ocean. Did you see the size of the tanker going under the bridge when we came into town? The wake from it could tip us. I'm not canoeing it unless your name is Pocahontas.

And as far as Piscary is concerned, he can burn in hell—if his soul hadn't already evaporated.

Can we get back to how we're going to kill Nick? And what's this about a dead body? You'd better start talking quick, Ivy, 'cause I'm not going to play hide-and-seek with a dead guy in my trunk. I did that in college, and I'm not going to do it again." A smile quirked Ivy's mouth. "Really?" she asked, and I flushed.

Have you been sniffing fairy farts?

I turned back to the mirror, seeing that there were no lines on it. It was empty. What happened to my mirror? I said, bewildered. Then realizing that I was looking at the back of the dumb thing, I swore and turned it over.

Slicker than snot on a door handle.

Oh. Shit. I breathed, arms shaking as I tried to push myself up, failing. That's okay. It's nice just to lie here.

Somehow I found him. Somehow I found Al's sarcastic thoughts, bitter and old. Tired, angry, bored. Alone.

Small steps could make large journeys, if admittedly very slow ones.

Actually, I am kind of busy right now," I drawled as I settled back into the chair and closed my eyes. "You have to make melanin while the sun shines.

I'm not going anywhere with you, you little shoemaker," I said (Rachel to Trent)

This is about Ku'Sox, isn't it," I said, more of a statement than a question. He made a sighing groan, and I knew it was. "Then you've met," he said, his thoughts clearly on the day-walking demon. "Funny, you don't look dead." His hand touched my chin, shifting it so he could see where I'd been pixed, the blisters itchy and red. "I'm surprised you survived the little designer dump. I nearly didn't.

Two thousand miles, Rachel," he said tightly, and I guessed that no, it didn't violate the rules of whatever he was doing out here, because he sure wasn't out here keeping the coven from attacking me. "I have eaten nothing but slop for two days and used facilities I wouldn't let my dogs urinate in. And what about that couple in the RV outside Texas? I'll never get that memory out of my head." - Trent to Rachel

I didn't want to go to jail. Unlike Takata, I looked awful in orange.

Do you have a sleeping bag?" I stared at him. "No. I lost it in the great salt-dip of '06.