Quotes from Kim Harrison

So that's why Ivy always used canvas bags . It wasn't because she was especially eco-minded. They were quiet.

Pierce truly was a black witch. He had tried to kill with magic. It didn't matter if the charm was white, black, or polka dotted with silver sparkles.

Jenks snorted, crumpling up the empty bag and throwing it away. "You can help Rachel by dropping dead." "That's still an option," said Ivy.

Come on, Rachel! Jenks shrilled. ou're a badass, not a bad witch!

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

I plucked at my salt-stained shirt and tried to find an air of nonchalance as I prepared to introduce His Most Holy Pain in the Ass to Miss Elf Princess.

Oh, God, I'm going to be a hundred and sixty with a flower on my ass.

Rachel… I can still smell me thick on you. You're like a big chocolate-chip cookie sitting all alone on an empty table. And when you get all agitated, it's as if you just came out of the oven, all warm and gooey. I haven't had a cookie in three years. Could you just calm down so you don't smell so damn good?

I like where I live," he said, landing behind the side pocket in his best Peter Pan pose. "You two women are too flaky to put my family in your hands. Just ask anyone here. They'd agree with me!" Ivy huffed and turned her back on him, muttering under her breath, but I could tell she was relieved her new landlord wasn't her mom.

I really didn't have a choice. It wasn't as if Kotex made a pad for this kind of a thing.

I don't want easy anymore. It's worthless and the shine doesn't last.

The mad have a grace all their own.

I can smell her all over you. You need some help taming her? Let me break her in for you.

Oh, my God, when Ivy got it wrong, she really got it wrong. I didn't need a boyfriend. I had all the drama I could stand right here.

The tight sound of Jenks's wings prompted a flurry of motion, and I watched Bis jam the wad of paper into his mouth and Belle yank a hand of homemade cards from under her leg. Bis suddenly had a hand of cards, too—looking tiny in his craggy fist—and I rolled my eyes when he threw a card down on the pile as Jenks flew in.

Suddenly I felt vastly underdressed. Hell, even the woman dressed down as a hobo had diamonds on.

You're good with people, and all I know how to do is give good neck.

It smelled like sex and dog in here. But mostly it smelled like sex.

Eloy turned to her, his lip curling when he saw her face, but I hadn't won anything in our verbal pissing match. "Can we please have some blood?" Winona awkwardly flipped him off with her thick fingers, and I almost applauded.

Ready, Rachel? I'd like your opinion on the lab that was broken into." His eyes flicked past us to the closed nursery door before coming back to us, his smile fading as he noticed Ceri's tension. I was such a coward. "You want me to look at a crime scene? That's a switch," I said

No," he admitted, and my instincts sang out at his reluctance. "That's across the hall." Crutch swinging, I started for the door, almost pushing Quen out of my way. "Just over there, you say?" I said

I was standing in a line, balanced between reality and the ever-after. I could go either way. I wasn't his yet. "One day a week," I said, knees wobbling. "I give you Newt's mark, you give me my name," Al said, then wiggled his fingers as if he needed me to take them to finish the deal. I reached for it, and at the last moment, Al's glove melted away, and I found myself gripping his hand.

Say what?" Jenks blurted out. "You think those moss wipes are coming back?" "I wish," I muttered. "I've got some serious hurt with their name on it.

You want to play the winner?" I called out to Ivy, lounging on a chair with her back to the wall as she pretended to read a magazine and watch us without being obvious about it. She'd put herself right in the sun, which told me she'd had a rough morning. She sat in the sun only when she was frustrated.