Quotes from Kim Harrison

I'm not going to stay sround to send reapers to kill people who are too scared, or frightened, or JUST PLAIN STUPID to find joy in life.

Okay," I said, resettling myself and looking up.You need the thrill of danger flitted through my mind, and I quashed it.

You are such fun, Ms. Morgan. Watching you is like watching a five-year-old.

The Weres would track us from there. I'm surprised they haven't found us already. I can't believe you bit her. We have four Were packs scenting for our blood, and you think now is a good time to change your relationship?

Vampires and five-year-olds played by the same rules, and both threw tantrums when they lost.

Tislan, tislan. Ta na shay cooreen na da.

I knew it was a trap, itchy witch, the demon said, but then a flash of white exploded against the inside of the circle. I felt the bubble go down, leaving a white disk of ash where the carpet had burned away. But I didn't know it was a lethal one, he continued

Quieres saber lo que significa tener hijos?-le dije mientras se sentaba-. Pues significa que a veces tienes que dejar que tu hija haga cosas que te parecen estúpidas, confiando en que, el hecho de que tú no seas capaz de hacerlas no quiere decir que ella tampoco. Que tal vez ella es lo suficientemente sensata como para salir del embrollo en que se ha metido.

Ticked, I looked across the street to the Starbucks catering to uptown snits who needed sixty different ways to brew a bean in order to not be happy with any of them.

If you think living with Ivy and trying to avoid getting bitten was difficult, wait until you try living with her while trying to find a blood balance. This isn't an easier road, Rache," he said, gaze distant and unaware of the worry he was starting in me. "It's a harder one. And you're going to be hurting all the way along it.

What is it you want?" My heart pounded at his promise of freedom. I followed his gaze to my hands and the dirt under my nails. "You," I said.

You cannot thrash the person who makes you coffee. It's a rule somewhere.

As my hand found his, bitter salt tears spilled from my eyes, in sorrow and pain and regret that I had so utterly failed him.

I may be a pawn," I said as I locked my shaking knees. "But I've been to the other side and survived the trip back and can move like a queen." Pixy dust sifted over us, and my skin burned. "Don't piss me off.

Would you like something to drink?" I asked, thinking my rusty host skills were going to get a workout this afternoon while dealing with a woman so clearly raised on etiquette and form.

Who in hell bought a mug with blue butterflies on it!" I shouted, slamming it on the counter beside the stove. "We are serious people doing serious things! I don't have time for butterflies!

I hadn't wished for Trent in my life, but now that I had him, I was more confused, more heartbroken than I'd ever been. Trent was willing to sacrifice everything for me, but I didn't know if I could let him.

I may be a pawn," I said as I locked my shaking knees. "But I've been to the other side and survived the trip back and can move like a queen.

My fingers tightened on my waxed paper cup, sure now I knew why Minias was sitting at a table sipping coffee with me. I had a password. I had a reason to trade. I had a major problem.

And what's important to you? I asked. ... Success at work. Having fun doing it. Caring for someone and supporting their interests because you like to see them happy. Having them care about and support yours simply becausethey want to see you happy

Come here," she prompted. "You want to do this, yes?" Not really. (Newt and Rachel)

I thought this was the safest place to hammer out an agreement with Piscary," I said meekly. "My office?" he barked. "Well…" I hedged. "Maybe a conference room?

Jenks made a face as he levered himself up on the sill. "Much as I enjoy this horrific outpouring of estrogen, I'm going to go say good-bye to my wife. Let me know when you're ready. I'll be in the garden—probably next to the stink weed.

I glanced at the pain charms draped around my neck, thinking I looked like a drunken prostitute at Mardi Gras.