Quotes from Kim Harrison

For all his sourness, he was ruled by his heart.

Holy dust," I murmured, looking for it among the clutter. Jenks's wings hummed and he dropped to hover over the envelope that I'd gathered from the slats under my bed, the only place the pixies didn't clean. It was on sanctified ground, so I figured it was holy enough. And God knew my bed hadn't seen any action lately.

Jenks, deep into his honey drunk, gyrated wildly.

I didn't move, numb as Al sidled up alongside me and together we eyed Pierce, nervous under our combined scrutiny. "If you give him a body," he said lightly, "I will kill him." I looked at Al. His eyes didn't look strange anymore, and it scared me. "I don't know that curse," I said blandly.

Not alone, echoed in my mind. Go. I'll bring you back. (Ford to Rachel)

I jumped at him with a howl, and Al grabbed me by the neck. I clawed at him, and he casually thunked my head into the wall.

I'd said thank you. And apologized. It was more than I thought I'd ever do. You're welcome, he said, his expression lost in the shadows. I'll see what I can do about the no lying... thing. And inclining his head, he vanished.

Trent gave me a weary look. "Always seeing the best in a person, Ms. Morgan?" "Yeah. Except with you."

She's a wolf. Get it right, crap for brains. Tink's knickers, you have got to be the stupidest lunker I've ever lit on.

There was a sharp crack of splintering paneling, and Newt swore colorfully in Latin.

I can get us a body," Ivy said

Brooke, I'm already gone. The only reason I tried to get away from you boneheads earlier was because I wanted a couple of hours to see the sights before I headed home. Crooked Street maybe. Or Treasure Island. That sweet little bridge you're all so fond of. I can't say I like the Alcatraz tour, though. It's a little too realistic.

Ivy wanted to do something for me, and if she couldn't give me a hug without her blood lust tainting it, then by God I would let her put that gunk under my eye.

Such a pretty pair you make, like matched horses in my stables.

Pixy dust thickened to make my eyes water, but after the loud complaints and muttered disappointment, the Disney nightmare subsided as quickly as it had come.

It's going to be all right. You're going to be all right. She's going to leave. You don't have to worry about her again. I won't let any vampire hurt you. I can do this. I'll stay big, and make sure no one hurts you again. It'll be okay. I'll make sure you're safe.

You weak-willed, jealous sack of vampire spit.

Skimmer's and my relationship was probably going to nosedive like a brick with wings.

I wanted it, then felt guilty for wanting water when my friends were going to kill each other.

Tell you what," I said, my eyebrows rising. "You can drive me home if we keep to one topic on the way." "Your father?" he guessed, and I nodded. I was getting used to this deal-with-a-demon business.

Easy is tasteless and bland

Her fingers pressing into me grew firmer and her breath quickened. I told myself this was what I wanted. Believe it. Accepting it. –don't be afraid, she breathed as she held herself poised

If Jenks and she were to be believed, I structured my life to be as horrific as possible to have fun in bed, but having Ivy mad at me might be too much for even me right now.

My pulse slowed, and as Jenks charmed the ladies behind the counter into flustered goo, I tried to look cool and professional among the plastic toys and paper hats. It wasn't going to happen, so I tried for dangerous. I think I managed cranky...