Quotes from Kim Harrison

I'd rather judge a person on why they make the choices they do rather than the cold facts of what they choose.

I handed it over, and Jenks stumbled at the weight. His head thunked into the wall of the narrow hallway. "Bloody hell!" he exclaimed, crashing into the opposite wall when he overcompensated. "I'm all right!" he said quickly, waving off any help. "I'm all right. Sweet mother of Tink, the damn walls are so close! It's like walking in a freaking anthill.

Tighter than a straight man's butt cheeks in prison

Oh, Trent and I go back a long way," I said lightly, twirling a curl of my hair about my finger and remembering its new shortness. "We met at camp as children. Sort of romantic when you think about it." I smiled at Trent's suddenly blank look.

We're going to swim it." I flipped forward a few pages. "Underwater." Jenks blinked. "Rache, you gotta stop using that sugar substitute.Under the water? Do you know how cold it is?

And I might collapse from the cold anyway. How do you stand it, Rache? Tink's titties, I think parts of me fell off.

A tear slipped from under my eyelid at Ivy's loneliness, her need for emotional reassurance, and her frustrations that though I could understand what she wanted, I was afraid to find out if I had the capacity to meet her halfway, to trust her. And my breath caught when she wiped the moisture away with a careful finger, unaware that it was for her.

What a slug's ass. If he doesn't go to the hospital and die on paper, then we have a dead vamp to explain and will be brought up on insurance fraud. Rache, I'm too pretty to go to jail!

A demon was asking me what I wanted. My eyes flicked to Al, and he shrugged. "What do you want?" he said softly.

I'm heir to madness. Vessel of perversion. Your nightmare should you cross me. Daryl's chin lifted, trembling. Indeed. We might be sisters then, for I'm the same.

Shove it up your ass and make a breath mint out of it!

Nina looked up, her eyes fixing on mine with such ferocity I could almost see the undead vampire in them. There is something under here, she said, and I shivered. Yeah, we know, dirt nap, Jenks said. Rachel already told us.

If you do it once, it's a mistake. If you do it twice, it's not a mistake anymore.

Yeah, well, if he tries, I'm going to burn his office down to his red stapler.

Ms. Vampire Lady, you're all wet.

I thought about all the times I had brought in black witches, pitying them for their foolishness, telling myself demons were dangerous, manipulating bastards who you couldn't beat. But I wasn't trying to beat them, I was trying to join them…apparently.

Taking a breath, I stepped into the line to find him standing right where I'd left him, smiling with his hand extended. (Rachel and Al)

Chubi, rhymes with booby, which you don't have, or doodie, which your face looks like, she said smugly, leaning back and making her chair squeak.

Ivy still had her tree up in the living room, and we exchanged presents when we felt like it, not on a specific date. Usually that was about an hour after I got back from shopping. Delayed gratification was Ivy's thing, not mine.

Ivy rose to rinse the carafe. She leaned close to me, running the water to blur her words as she muttered, What's wrong with her? She's crying over her tea.

What do you want me to do? Marry you? People grow up! Move away! I'm going to college, not the moon!

His eyes went past us to his kids as they descended upon the mouse, who had finally made a dash for the living room and found itself in its own personal hell.

Tom is trying to tag a banshee? By himself? Go for it, coffin bait.

Have any of your clients died?" Ford asked. "Someone you were trying to help?" "Brett," Jenks said. "Peter?" I blurted out. But the amulet went a negative gray. "Nick," Jenks said nastily, and the color on the metal disk became a violent shade of purple. Ford blinked, trying to divorce himself from the hate. "I'd say no," he whispered.