Quotes from Kim Harrison

Winona!" I said, quashing my first initial panic at finding a horned, tailed, demonic creature smiling at me.

And then there are the rare ones who know love, who understand it. Who freely give of themselves, demanding only a return of that love, that trust." His faultless blue eyes never blinked, and I held my breath. "It can be beautiful, Rachel, when there is trust and love. No one is bound. No one loses his or her will. No one becomes less. Both become more than they can be alone. But it is so rare, so beautiful when it happens.

She was the most private person I knew, not even telling herself what her feelings were until she found a logical reason to justify them.

Ivy would die for you, Rachel. Kisten won't. Put your emotions where they will keep you alive.

Not everything was legal, but nothing was immoral, and that was my guide these days.

Get out," he said flatly. "I just got her normal again. Get out before you turn her into a sniveling, twitterpated…twit!" "Jenks!" I exclaimed, and Pierce put a calming hand on me. "That is my intent, Jenks," he said gallantly, and I wondered if Pierce meant his intent was to leave or to turn me into a twitterpated twit.

I wanted to make decisions on who I loved by who completed me, made me feel good about myself. Who I could love freely and help make a better person by just being there.

There's someone out there who's suited for you. Someone who has enough strength or knowledge to keep themselves safe. I bet there's a foxy young man looking right now for a woman who can take care of herself and thinking he can't have anyone either.

Great power does not corrupt a person, it only brings their true self into the light

That night had been the first time I'd felt alive, the adrenaline and endorphins making my body, still recovering from disease, feel…normal. It was then that I realized I'd risk anything to feel that way all the time—and most days, I did.

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Thanks, Edden," I said, truly pleased that he was sending someone for Jenks not only because now I didn't have to, but that he'd thought of Jenks at all. "You're a peach." "Yeah, yeah, yeah," he said, and I could hear his smile. "I bet you say that to all the captains.

The runt will have a juice box.' He turned to Pierce. 'It will make you big and strong, won't it, little fella.

I don't want easy anymore. It's worthless and the shine doesn't last. But you already knew that.

You need someone a little dirty, honey, with a heart of gold.

Eight? Was it really eight? Adrenaline or not, this was an insane time to be up. That was humanity's problem right there. They were brain damaged from the early sun.

His seat belt was on, and his hands dropped from where he'd been fiddling with the visor. "You look small," he finally said, looking both innocent and wise.

My kids know you can make it if you take risks and work hard. That we can work in the system you lunkers set up. That's all a parent really needs to give his child. That, and how to love someone with all your soul.

Muttering about caves, Jenks came in with my suitcase, his eyes roving the low ceiling. He dropped my bag by the door, tossed me the keys to the van, and headed out, flicking the light switch several times because he could.

I was with a six-foot-four, athletic, angsty young man dressed in casual linen pants and matching fawn-colored shirt. Under it was a skintight two-piece suit of silk and spandex that had set us back a couple hundred dollars, but after seeing him in it, my head bobbed and my card came out.

Teaching an adolescent pixy and teenage gargoyle how to make explosives might not be such a good idea. But hell, he'd learned when he was five.

Jenks made a face. "He turned my son into a thief and broke my partner's heart. Why should I give him a draft of consideration?

Por las bragas de Campanita!

Qué te parecería alquilar una lancha? -No esaría mal, pero tenemos el problema del ruido. [...] -Podríamos acercarnos a remo-sugirió, yo le respondí con una mirada. -Hmmm... Jenks, no es un lago, es el puto océano. ¿Has visto el tamaño del buque cisterna que pasaba por debajo del puente cuando hemos llegado a la ciudad? Su estela podría volcarnos. No pienso ir al estilo canoa a menos que me digas que te llamas Pocahontas.