Quotes from Kim Harrison

I didn't kill Francis," I said. "He managed that all by himself. And Lee was dragged off by a demon he summoned. Nick went over a bridge." Mrs. Sarong's smile widened, and she patted my hand again. "Very well done on the last one," she said, glancing at her daughter. "Leaving an old boyfriend to clutter future relationships is investing in trouble.

A devious spark lit through Al, making me smile. One way. It costs too much, he said. "There's no inflation in the ever-after, Al." Call it a recession then. One way.

I felt sick. Buying Kisten's and my safety from Piscary was so wrong. But it was either that or deal with a demon, and I'd rather keep my soul clean and let my morals get dingy.

He didn't want Lucy to grow up feeling alone, surrounded by everything and having nothing.

Keep your vampire mitts off me. I'm not your friggin' blood toy.

Rache," he said, trying to get into my line of sight. "What more do you need? God to send a telegram? (Jenks)

She's not your type. Since when do I have a type?

I'd say she's get us both fired, but the I.S. doesn't let anyone go. Alive.

I thought Trent should get over his pixy paranoia and admit he had an eerie attraction to them, like every other pure-blood elf I'd met. So he liked pixies. I liked double-crunch ice cream, but you didn't see me avoiding it in the grocery store.

I pushed him back with a finger. "Your accent stinks. Go away until you get it right.

Don't hurt her!" I demanded, then shifted my expression to one I hoped looked lascivious enough. "I like untouched skin." Tom flushed. "Ah, we couldn't find a virgin.

HAPA was like mint. You could rip it up, and six months later, it was back, healthier than ever. Mint smelled better, though, and you could make juleps out of it. I don't know what I could make out of HAPA. Compost, maybe.

Boots and leather jackets were strewn on her bed, and what looked like a new knife set. She'd taken a class last winter and was dying to try them out legally on someone.

Wayde yelled, and I hit him again, adrenaline pulling a scream of outrage from me. He went quiet, and I held my breath to make sure I could hear him breathing. I suppose I could have used my magic on him, but this was a lot more satisfying.

And L-M-N-O-P is not one letter, but five. It took me forever to figure that out.

But she can't stay here. The woman needs normal, and Rachel? We aren't it.

Ford put a hand to his head. "Back up. Back up!" he cried. "You're too close." Heart pounding, I looked at the eight feet between us and pressed into the fridge. "I think he meant for the ghost to back up," Jenks said dryly.

You aren't kidding. But you know, it's likely going to be the only time I'll ever be that skinny and have a fur coat.

I trusted him, even with my soul. And he isn't meant for me.

Actually," I said, hesitant to bring it up, "I was thinking along the lines of a curse that can turn you human." "Or witch?" Ivy said, surprising me. There was a soft vulnerability in her and I blinked. "You don't want to be a witch," I said quickly. "Why not? You are.

Uh, guys?" Jenks said, hovering at the window. "Fountain Square is on fire." "What?" I jumped to my feet and turned in one motion. Al rushed to the window, and we pressed our foreheads to the glass, looking down.

Of course I'm shielding her, you broken feather!

What was it with me and organized beatings, anyway?

Hey! I exclaimed, seeing the total. They're charging me retail. Glenn! I complained. They can't do that. I shook it at him. I shouldn't have to pay retail! What did you expect? You can keep that. It's your copy. I sat back in a huff and shoved it in my bag with my sticky scarf as he typed his slow, painful way through my report. Where's this human compassion I keep hearing about? That's it, baby doll, he said, voice smoother than usual. He was laughing at me.